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95

Most of the group were tired but energized by the activities they had experienced. The prophetess was lying on a mattress, her face glazed with the cumloads of the sheriff, William, young Charlie, Dale and her ex-husband. Inside her cunt was the cumload deposited by the handsome young Gayberry deputy who hoped to impregnate her. Her bloody bottom had been violently assaulted by the handsome black warden of the state prison, who had just pulled his cock out of her without leaving his load.

"You didn't shoot a load in that hole?" the doctor asked.

"No, sir, Doc" the warden said. "I'm not ready to give up my load yet. "What about you? I didn't see you shoot one either."

"Oh yeah, I joined the action and rubbed out a load on her face along with Felton and Dale."

"Good man, doctor" the warden said. "I think those tits may need a little medical attention. I wouldn't be surprised if one or both nipples could be missing the way those men were biting on them and pulling and pinching them."

"I'll certainly check on that, warden" the doctor said. "Thanks for letting me know."

As the men were wiping themselves clean with warm clothes furnished by young Charlie, the warden took to the floor.

"We came here tonight thinking that we might watch the breeding of the prophetess by the almighty prophet of Jehovah himself" the warden began. "Unfortunately for the prophet and his wife, that is not quite how things worked out. They had spent a fortune on fertility drugs to ensure that this would be the night that the woman was more fertile than at any time in her life. To that end, I feel certain that young Deputy David's baby is growing in her womb as we speak. Neither the prophetess nor the prophet will ever lay eyes on this baby. Mrs. Jeff will be transferred from here to a cell here in Gayberry at an undisclosed location where she will be taken care of and under constant guard twenty four hours a day and seven days a week until she gives birth. At that time, the baby will be taken to be raised by young David. The child will have the best of everything and will be raised with the child that William's wife is currently gestating. His wife will be brought tomorrow to the same location as the prophetess and matrons will be with them constantly. They will have the best, most healthy food money can buy and excellent medical care until they give birth, at which time, the babies will be taken away and the mothers taken to Statesville to work very long, hard hours in the kitchen prison and the prison laundry. The world thinks that the prophetess is already dead, as we all saw earlier on the newsreel and no one cares what happens to William's wife except for her father, who is here chained to this wall and who will never see his daughter again. Some of you noticed that I didn't deliver a load while I was buttfucking the prophetess. That was intentional. The prophet has said some pretty vile things about the color of my skin and about the race of which I am proud to belong. Therefore, I wanted him to share in what his wife experienced."

The prophet looked terrified at the words the warden was saying. The tall black man was still naked, his enormous uncut meat still tumescent from buttfucking the prophetess. It was the prophet's worst nightmare come true. The thought of having to touch the penis of a dark-skinned man or boy was absolutely terrifying and the thought of being forced to do it in front of other white men even more terrifying.

"I won't do it!" the prophet said. "I won't touch that nigger cock! You can shock me to death but I will not do it. I refuse. It is a sin against Jehovah for the races to mingle and an unnatural act on top of all that. Go ahead and shock me. I will not touch it."

"You don't have to touch it" the warden said, a smile on his face, exposing is gleaming white teeth. "You could have made it easy on yourself but David and I knew you weren't likely to do that so we brought along a little contraption to help out."

He held up a device that looked like a catcher's mask except that there were no bars across the eyes. There was a strap to go around the head and metal bars to keep the jaws of the person wearing it open and unable to close. The prophet jumped up and attempted to run but was easily caught by young Charlie who returned him to the warden. David helped the warden attach the device to the prophet's head. His jaws were now open and he was unable to close his mouth. All of the men laughed as they realized the prophet would have no control whatsoever over what went into his mouth and would have no chance to bite anything as long as the device was in place. They secured the device onto the prophet's head and he began to attempt to protest. But with his mouth held open, he could only make strangled sounds which made the men laugh even harder.

"Now on your knees right here in front of me, prophet" the warden ordered as he held his half-hard cock out in front of him

The men were all cheering and clapping, making fun of the arrogant prophet as he again tried to run away but was grabbed by the warden who forced him to his knees and teased him, dangling his meat right in front of his face. The prophet was turning his face from side to side. That was easily and quickly halted by the warden who grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling on it and holding the man's head still with his thick, tumescent meat right at his lips.

"Stop!" the prophetess shouted. "Please don't do this! I goes against everything we believe. He may be an asshole but he's my asshole. No one – absolutely no one on this earth deserves this kind of humiliating treatment. It is time for this craziness to cease."

David went over to the mattress where the woman was, sitting down beside the still naked woman who now had stitches in her right titty.

"Are you really going to defend him still?" David asked quietly. "This man has destroyed everything you worked together for. You said yourself how he murdered Sheriff Joe, the only man who was really willing to protect both of you. You heard how he believed the awful, terrible things those two disciples were saying about your activities with Sheriff Joe's wife. He's practically called you a whore with his own mouth and he did nothing to try to rescue you while you were here all alone. He was out getting sucked off by another man and we all saw how hard he was when he was sucking off all those strangers. Let him go, prophetess. You need to just let him go."

"Oh, David, you're right" the prophetess said. "Of course you're right. I hear what you're really trying to say to me and I know that I can be a good wife for you. Once he's out of the picture, we can make a good life. We can move back to Arizona together and raise the baby you put inside me and we can fuck any time and any place we please. David, I really love you and hope you'll make me your wife."

"We'll see how things work out, Miriam" the boy said. "We'll just have to see. But for now you need to separate yourself from his actions to protect yourself and your reputation."

"Go ahead, warden!" the prophetess shouted. "Fuck him in the mouth! Hurt the bastard. He did nothing to help me when these men were biting and tearing my fucking nipples off. Hurt him bad! Show him how it feels to have that big fat cock shoved up his asshole!"

They all clapped and cheered as the warden stuck his long, thick black cock into the prophet's mouth, not stopping until his thick black bush was pressed against the prophet's thin lips and the man was gagging fiercely.

"I could probably choke you with this fucking dick but that would be too fast." the warden said. "I plan to enjoy you before I do anything like that. "

He slowly withdrew his cock, centimeter by centimeter as the prophet retched and salivated. His juices were now running down his chin and his eyes watering as he struggle to get air into his lungs and the warden reinserted his gradually hardening cock into the prophet's mouth. Each time the cock went in all the way, it was obvious the prophet was unable to get oxygen to his lungs. He looked terrified, his eyes wide and frightened. Then, at the last second the warden would again east the cock out of his mouth. This went on for several minutes, until the warden's cock was fully erect and twitching. Each time the hard dick was inserted, the prophet would gag and choke.

"You want that device off your head don't you, Warren?" the warden asked.

The prophet began to nod wildly, his eyes pleading.

"Well, listen up" the warden said. "I will take that device off your head but if you don't follow my every fucking order, it will go back on, I'll suffocate you with this cock and shock you at the same time until you are a dead motherfucker. Do you understand?"

The prophet nodded his head vigorously and the warden unstrapped the device. The prophet began to cry and beg to be left alone.

"Shut the fuck up!" the warden said, slapping him hard in the face. "Not another word from you till I ask you something."

The prophet stopped attempting to talk but was sobbing.

"You know I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you just like I did with your slut of a wife" the warden said. "She didn't want this big old dick in her ass but she had no choice. You don't have any choice either. As a matter of fact, you'll never have any choice again for however long you continue to breathe. That time of your life is over and you need to start getting used to your new reality. Your old pampered life is gone forever. I'll be taking you with me to Statesville in the morning where I have something called the hell cell set up for special prisoners. It's a medium sized cell in the middle of a very large room. I also have some of the meanest, horniest motherfuckers in the prison who have been in chastity for days waiting to get some ass. You'll be put in with all those guys who will fuck you till you can't walk or talk. They'll bite you, pinch you, beat you and fuck your mouth and your asshole. And we'll bring in a bunch of guards and other prisoners to enjoy the show. You'll be a piece of meat. Just another nasty piece of fuckmeat. But that's tomorrow. Is your asshole virgin, Warren? And you better not fucking lie to me."

"Yes" Warren said between sobs.

"Yes what, motherfucker?" the warden asked, again slapping the man hard.

"Yes, sir" he said sobbing loudly.

"I don't believe you" the warden said. "David and I both saw you taking that man's fingers in your hole so we know you've been fingered. I'd call that penetration."

"I'm so sorry, sir" the prophet said. "I thought you meant had I ever had a dick back there. I swear to God I have not. It's against the laws of Jehovah to do that. It's against the laws of Jehovah and against the laws of nature to even have fingers in there. But I have sinned and have been forgiven by Jehovah."

"Is that right?" the warden asked. "You seem pretty sure of that. You better ask Jehovah for forgiveness again cause I'm about to put my big old dick up in there."

The prophet screamed and jumped up, attempting to run to the door but was tripped by the warden who picked him up off the floor by his hair.

"Motherfucker, you really fucked up then" the warden said. "I was planning to use a little lubrication to make it more comfortable for me but now you don't even get that. I may use a little spit on my dick but that's it. You better prepare to get fucked in your ass, Mr. Prophet!"

"Noooooo, please" the man screamed as the warden maintained his hold on the man's hair and moved him over to the altar table. Randy helped bend the man over the table and secured his hands to leather cuffs on the floor. His hole was now exposed and it was a pink hole with a moderate amount of hair surrounding it. The prophet was squirming wildly until the warden stepped behind him and steadied his hips with his strong hands. He slapped his big, thick dick against the man's bare ass several times but then he paused.

"You know, prophet, maybe I've been too hasty here" the warden said. "I really did enjoy hearing that bitch wife of yours scream when I shoved my hard cock up her hole. I enjoyed that sound. Now please note I'm not making any promises here but I just might be willing to spare your ass cherry if you were to beg me to assfuck your cunt wife again."

"Oh yes!" the prophet said quickly. "Women are built to take a dick much more easily and naturally than a man is. Feel free to fuck her all you want. You can use her asshole or her cunt or her mouth or anything you want. Please fuck her instead of me. I'll be forever grateful if you would do that, warden. Forever grateful and I know Jehovah will bless you."

"Are you hearing this, prophetess?" the warden asked. "Your husband is begging me to stick this black meat back in your ass instead of his."

"Miriam, I'm so sorry but you've already had it once. It can't possibly be as painful as it would be for me" the prophet said, speaking very quickly. "You know it's what our awesome god Jehovah would want. You need to make this sacrifice joyfully, dear wife."

"Dear wife, my ass!" the woman shrieked. "You worthless, arrogant self-centered son of a bitching prick! You'll sacrifice anything or anybody as long as you are protected. You can go and fuck yourself in the depths of hell, you son of a bitch! Fuck him, warden! Fuck him with my blessing! Tear that asshole up! Fuck him till he bleeds to death for all I care."

"Well, prophet, I was willing to cut you a break but you heard the lady" the warden said with a wide smile. "Looks like it's time to say byebye to your ass cherry, boy. Now bend over here and let me see that hole. I do so love tearing up a virgin hole!"

"No, please" the prophet begged tearfully. "There's nothing I won't do for you if you'll just spare me this indignity!"

"There's nothing you can do for me anymore" the warden said. "You have no money. You have no power. You have no homes. You have no organization. You have no church. You don't even have an identity because in the eyes of the world, you died in a fucking fiery plane crash. Get that through your motherfucking thick skull! Beg me to fuck you" the warden ordered but the man was silent. "One more time you will beg me to fuck you or I'll shock you and fuck you at the same goddamned time. Beg for my big black dick!"

"Please fuck me" the prophet shouted, sobbing the whole time.

"Tell me you want it and keep begging till you feel like you've had a red hot poker shoved in your asshole, splitting you apart! I said beg!"

"Please fuck me" the prophet screamed, out of his mind with fear, dread and humiliation."

The warden spit on his hard monster meat, lined it up and shoved it all the way into the prophet's virgin hole as the prophet screamed like he had never screamed before. Nothing in the man's pampered existence prepared him for this kind of pain as the warden began long strokes, fucking his dick into him. The prophet continued screaming until the warden asked David to put the device back on his head. David did that easily.

"Anybody got a hardon they can feed him?"

"Young Charlie was ready t go again and he stepped up in front of the prophet's face.

"Go for it, kiddo" the warden said. "Let him have that pretty teen dick."

Charlie did as instructed and inserted his rock hard cock into the mouth of the prophet as the warden continued to rough fuck him. There were trickles of blood running down the prophet's legs but that didn't deter the warden from giving him an extended, hard hatefuck. Charlie continued to fuck his mouth hard for a good ten minutes before pulling his cock out and beating his load out fight in the prophet's eyes. He then put his dick back in the prophet's mouth for him to clean it off.

"William then appeared at the side of the table with an unshackled P.T.

"You know how much I despise you but I've decided it would be about the worst that could happen for the prophet to have to eat your cumload, old man" William said to his father in law.

William took his father-in-law's cock into his hand and began to beat it to get it hard. It didn't take much before the man was hard as a stone and he moved him in front of the prophet's mouth and ordered him to fuck the mouth. P.T. went for it as if no one were around and as if there was no tomorrow. The prophet barely noticed he was being mouthfucked by his arch enemy as he continued to experience excruciating pain from the ass fucking he was getting from the warden.

"You better fuck that mouth as hard as you know how, old man cause it's likely the last cum you'll ever have on this fucking planet" William told his father in law, who was stuffing his hard meat into the prophet's mouth and gagging him with every stroke. "If you let up, I will pull you off that wet mouth and put you back on that fucking wall. I'll make sure you never shoot another load of cum. You can bet on that shit too."

"Why don't we switch places for a little bit?" the warden asked.

William helped his father around to the other side of the table and the warden pulled out of the prophet's hole and swapped sides. P.T. immediately inserted his hard cock into the prophet's hole and fucked him as hard as he knew how while the warden presented his backside to the prophet and ordered him to tongue his asshole.

"I better feel that mother fucking tongue or I'll pull that son of a bitch clean out your mouth!" the warden ordered as he lowered his ass on to the prophet's face. The prophet was unable to scream now as ass covered his mouth and he had no choice but to lick the black man's hole or be shocked again. P.T. was pounding his already torn apart ass and the prophet wished he could just die right then and there but he didn't and things continued. David had caught the prophetess again trying to finger herself and had again cuffed her hands behind her back. Randy looked over to see young Charlie kissing Felton and Dale. Charlie's face reddened, but the sheriff gave the boy a thumbs up and a wink, signaling it was fine for him to do that.

"That's enough of that ass licking" the warden said. "You're the worst ass licker I ever felt. I'm ready to pour a load of my nigger cream into that abused butt of yours. Switch again, P.T."

They quickly switched places and began to buttfuck and mouthfuck the weary, tortured man who was unable to even scream with the device on his head.

"I'm about ready to load this white boy asshole" the warden yelled. "Let's see if we can both load him at the same time!"

The warden's long, deep strokes became quicker as did P.T.'s. The warden let out a whoop as he emptied his big nut sack into the prophet and within seconds, P.T. pulled out and rubbed out his load onto the prophet's face, already glazed with the load Charlie had delivered earlier.

William wasted no time in returning P.T. to the wall where the Smith brothers were already complaining about P.T. getting special treatment. The warden had pulled his big cock out of the man just before shooting and shot his creamy load right onto the man's hole before roughly reinserting his cock into the man.

The prophet was no longer struggling as he continued to lay across the table, sobbing pitifully.

"Mr. Jeff, I hope you enjoyed being tied down and fucked as much as all the screaming children you fucked against their will enjoyed it. You are a worthless piece of shit of no value to society. Your wife will be the same once she delivers the baby we are sure she has growing inside her. I would love it if we all might make a road trip to see you thrown into a cell with those horned up fucking criminals. I'd love nothing more than to see them tear you the fuck apart" William said. "I know a man thrown into a similar situation and it changed him for the better. The difference is that he had a lot of good inside him. You do not and the world will be well-rid of you. We had a visitor come in while all the activity distracted us but I'd like to introduce the aide to our governor of North Carolina, Mr. Abraham Levine who would like a word with the prophet and his wife. He has invited all of you to listen and observe.

Abe Levine stepped into the light, holding a small stack of papers.

"Things have gone better than we could have expected in Arizona" Abe began. "Of course all the disciples, except for the two in this room, are dead, having been burned to death when the school exploded. The good news is that all the children were evacuated before the incident. The governor has resigned and has now been taken into custody as has the attorney general. Both will be charged with crimes against the state. Hundreds of citizens are already turning themselves in and signing confessions in hope of getting some leniency in the courts. The new young lieutenant governor, who is a friend to our governor and myself has been sworn in and has vowed to straighten this shitshow out. Numerous bodies continue to be discovered on the compound of the prophet and his wife, including the badly decomposed bodies of the former owners. Sheriff Joe's wife has been turned away from the property along with a young male masseur who was her lover. They were both forced to leave the property on foot as all vehicles belong to the property. He had a bathrobe, she was forced to walk off the property totally nude without even shoes. There were hundreds from the press there to observe and document. Death certificates for the prophet, his wife and Sheriff Joe have been provided, based on the video evidence of the unsurvivable plane crash and failure to find any human remains in the lake. All property of both the prophet and his wife is now transferred to her son and only surviving heir, Alex. His father, Felton, who is here with us, will be placed in charge of all of it until the boy is of legal age. No one except the governor is aware of this visit and we would like that to remain true. We thank all of you for everything you have done and we continue to look forward to working with each of you."

Hugs were exchanged and Abe was again gone into the night. The prophet and his wife were sobbing, both lying now on the mattress, taking care to avoid touching or looking at each other.

"We are about done and I know everyone is tired" William said, but we couldn't end this night without a couple more things. If anything is obvious to me, it is that the prophet should under no circumstances be allowed to breed. It is unlikely he will survive the hell cell in Statesville but we are not willing to take that chance. So we will be doing a circumcision on Warren Jeff and then taking a further step in surgically removing his testicles without anesthesia."

At these words, another round of loud wails and sobs began with the prophet. Over the noise, William continued.

"We also feel that part of all this horror was driven by the wife's desire for pleasure" William said. "It was her rampant lust that resulted in numerous little girls being held down and violated, often with her own involvement. We have seen how she is motivated and driven by her own lust for sexual pleasure and her own gratification. Therefore we have decided that the banding process used on the two disciples which is depriving their testicles of blood supply even as we speak, will be applied to the oversized clitoris of the prophetess."

Now Miriam began to scream and protest and try to get away. She was easily subdued and laid on the altar table on her back, her nudity exposed. Randy and the warden each took a leg while Felton and Dale each took a shoulder and held her flat on the table. The doctor stepped into the light, the elastrator already loaded with one of the strong, tiny red bands as he slid the band over the huge clitoris and released the pliers-like device. The woman yelped as the device tightly enclosed her clit, choking off the essential blood supply to the organ.

"You goddamn motherfucking sons of bitches!" she screamed as she was released from the table. "Every motherfucking one of you is nothing but sons of bitches! I'll find somebody to cut this son of a bitch off of me. You just fucking watch and see if I don't. And I'll find a way to get rid of this bastard that traitor planted inside of me. You just fucking watch!"

"No ma'am you won't" said William as he and Randy again laid her back on the table, applying thick mittens to both her hands and tying them tightly. "These will be removed only once daily so that your hands may be washed. You'll be in a brightly lit cell with absolutely constant supervision. You will be restrained as needed to make certain you cannot hurt yourself or the growing life in your belly. Once it is delivered, it will be taken and you will be sent to Statesville. That is your fuckiing future, bitch and it is a future you have earned for yourself.

They moved her off the table and onto the mattress as they now lay her husband on the altar table and held him down. He was squirming, kicking and screaming as if he were fighting for his life but to no avail. Dale, Felton and Arnold held his upper body down and Randy and Eamon each held one of his legs as the doctor stepped up, holding his shiny silver scalpel right in front of his terrified eyes.

"No, please don't do this" the man begged. "I'll be good. I won't ever do another bad thing as long as I live. Just please don't do this. Don't take my foreskin. Infidels without foreskins will never be allowed to enter the presence of Jehovah. You will doom me to eternal damnation if you do that. And please don't take my reproductive organs. I really truly want to father a son and teach him to be a leader – a leader much better than I have been. I've made mistakes. All I'm asking is one more fucking chance."

"Get the bucket of cold water handy" the doctor said, ignoring the man's words. "If he passes out hit him with the water. I don't want him to miss a second of this. And if his words are true I have no cause to be worried about being punished. I'm already an infidel. My foreskin was chopped off when I was eight days old so I have nothing to lose. So hold the motherfucker down tight. He's done his last bit of harm he'll ever do."

The doctor pulled the man's foreskin down over his cockhead as he screamed, squirmed and begged. It was all for nothing as the doctor with a sure, firm hand, cut away the skin exposing his cockhead. He didn't pass out during the circumcision although he fought very hard. But the foreskin came off and was fed to him. Gauze was applied to the circumcision site and the doctor continued. Again with a sure hand, the doctor, cut up the center seam of the man's nut sack and opened it, even as Warren screamed and begged him to stop. Once the sack was open he pulled out one and then a second pink testicle and cut the strings which attached them to the man's body. It was quick and simple and obviously extremely painful but the man did not lose consciousness until the second was removed. He was doused in ice water and awoke as the doctor was suturing the empty sack.

"Tomorrow morning I'll be taking you up to Statesville but tonight you'll spend here with these other motherfucking heathens" the warden said. "Are we leaving him here tied to the table?" the warden asked William.

"No, I think not" William said. "We'll be taking the bitch to her cell when we leave here but I have a special treat for the prophet. Since I rewarded my asshole father earlier tonight by allowing him a climax, there is now a punishment to match the reward. Randy and David came from the darkness at the back of the building into the light bearing the familiar wooden box resembling a coffin of which Mr. Sligh was so terrified. He started to wail the second he saw it.

"Please, please, son, anything but that" P.T. screamed.

"Yep, you and your good buddy who sucked your cock are going to spend a night together in your little coffin" William said. "You should know the drill by now and your screams won't help. You'll go in on your back and he'll go in with his face at your crotch on his front side. Then we'll nail the goddamned thing shut and you better hope we don't take it to the fucking woods and bury you both alive."

"No, please, son, please don't do this!" P.T. begged, horrified of being closed in the wooden box again.

"I thought I had made it clear for you never to call me your son again, P.T." William said sternly. "For that even when the prophet leaves tomorrow, you'll spend some more time in that box with one of these other fuckers. And it won't be young Charlie. We have decided the boy has proven himself capable of being a good citizen. He is going home with Dale and Felton to live on the boy's ranch where we hope he will be happy. If not for his father, Tara Bedford and Will Barrow, Charlie would never have participated in the horrible things that happened in this town. He has apologized and he has been forgiven. That includes forgiveness by your son, Mr. Dale Smith, who will tomorrow become the son of the sheriff. All the papers have been signed and he is no longer your son but will become Kurt Gaylor, son of the sheriff."

"You motherfuckin' bastards stole my precious boy!" Jack Smith shouted angrily

"Yeah they did" Mr. Print added. "They're taking my boy away too. Bunch of motherfucking perverts are stealing our sons and they have no right to do that."

"Dad, I'm glad to be getting a second chance" young Charlie said. "I'm sorry you didn't know how to be a good father. One of my first memories is seeing you kill my momma and bury her out behind a shed. I don't have any feelings for you and I'll be okay if we never see each other again."

"You ungrateful little shit!" Mr. Print shouted at his son. "I hope you have a miserable fucking existence."

"Oh he won't Mr. Print" Dale Mason said. "Charlie's a good boy and he'll have a great life. I can't wait for him to meet my son and Felton's son. We have a beautiful ranch with a giant swimming pool, plenty of animals and room to do anything the boy wants to do. We'll also see to it that he gets the best education money can buy and he won't want for anything. He'll have a great life while his old man gets buttfucked to death in a fucking prison."

"That's right" Felton added. "We'll both see to that because the money my son is getting from the prophet and his wife will be split right down the middle between my son and Dale's son because if not for Dale Mason, my own son would never have survived life on that goddamned ranch. So you can bet young Charlie's going to have a wonderful life, filled with men and other boys who love him the way any boy deserves to be loved."

Felton and Dale each put an arm around the smiling boy and escorted him out of the quarters into the warm evening air. Back inside, David was driving the final nails into the wooden box with P.T. still screaming. Thor and Mr. Print were taken off the wall, both barely able to move, to be transferred with the warden to Statesville in the morning and the prophetess was again cuffed, her hands behind her back and marched out into the waiting car by the sheriff.

"Sheriff, one minute, if you don't mind" Dale Mason said, walking p with an arm around young Charlie. "I think Charlie is having some second thoughts about his freedom. He's concerned that Kurt might not be okay with this."

The sheriff hugged young Charlie.

"Charlie, I would never have considered this if not for Kurt" the sheriff said. "We've talked about all of this and Kurt urged me to get you out and let you have another chance. He's never held a grudge against you and he never blamed you for what happened. He looks forward to getting to know you. I was thinking I might bring him over to the ranch tomorrow and give you a chance to get to know each other and maybe hit the pool or go riding or whatever you want to do."

Tears of joy were rolling down the boy's face.

"I'd really love that" the boy said. "I don't know why I'm crying cause I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right this minute. Thank you, sheriff, for everything you've done."

The sheriff gave the boy a hug, picking him up and embracing him tightly. The boy then left with Dale and Felton with the doctor behind the wheel.

"This fucking night may never be over" Randy said as he loaded Miriam, Mr. Print, Eamon, William, Arnold, and himself into the car, putting Thor in the trunk.

"We'll be dropping Miriam at the cells at my house and picking up young Toby" Randy explained. "Then we'll take Toby, Thor, and Mr. Print to the jail to stay all night and bring Eamon back here in the morning to get the prophet. I just think it's too risky to keep the prophet at the jail any longer where someone might walk in and see him."

"It's awfully crowded in here" Arnold said. "You can just drop me at our house on the way if you want to and that'll free up some space. And quit trying to rub up against me, you nasty bitch!"

They all laughed as Arnold tried to put additional space between himself and the prophetess. They went first to drop Arnold at home and then headed to Randy's old home. David and Eamon agreed to stay in the car with the handcuffed Mr. Print while Randy and William took Miriam in to exchange for Toby. Eliza was still up watching the news as the men entered.

"Lawd have mercy, all these goings on out in Arizona!" the woman said. "And our handsome young governor is right in the middle of ever'thing helpin' everybody out. Those must have been some really nasty folks. They been showing the plane crash and the school explodin' and all of it tonight. I'm glad I don't know any folks that goddamn crazy even if we've had some pretty bad apples around here."

"You're about to get to know one of `em pretty damned well, Eliza" the sheriff said. "You can never let on but that prophetess is going to be occupyin' one of our cells for the next nine months or so. You can never tell a single soul she's here as everybody in the world thinks she died in that plane crash."

"You gotta be shittin' me, sheriff!" Eliza said as she recognized the prophetess after seeing her pictures on the news. She was now standing three feet away from her, still as naked as the day she was born and without the beautiful long hair from before.

"Get on in here, bitch!" Eliza exclaimed her eyes as wide as if she were seeing a ghost. "I thought you was already down in the deepest part of hell!"

"It's a long story and we'll be glad to share it with you if you're willing to wait" the sheriff said. "It's been a pretty long night and we still got work to do. We're going to trade you the dead prophetess for that little live asshole you got downstairs."

"You got that right, sheriff" Eliza said. "That is one foul-mouthed little piece of something. He got one of the nastiest mouths I ever heard and my mouth ain't no prayer book itself. Why, he done called Mrs. Bedford and Aunt Flea ever' nasty name in the book. They in cells right beside one another and it ain't been pretty, especially since them two women insisted on sharin' one of them tiny little cells."

"Well, we're going to get him out of here and we hopefully won't need to house any more men or boys down here."

"Eliza couldn't seem to take her eyes off the prophetess. It was as if the woman had seen a ghost walk into the living room where she was watching television.

"Are you gentlemen sure that's really a woman?" Eliza asked. "It's hairy somethin' awful down there but things just don't look normal. I see she's got some woman titties but that down below just don't look right."

"She was given loads of fertility drugs, Eliza" William explained. "She and her husband, the prophet, planned to breed her tonight so he would have an heir. She and he had planned to kill her son but that didn't work."

"Oh Lord, that's more than all them folks on the TV know about!" she exclaimed. "Well, she almost look like she got a dick where her pussy's `sposed to be."

Once they got downstairs they indeed found Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford sharing one of the small cells with their cots butted up against each other and barely any room left to move.

"Where's my goddamned pansy-assed uncle" Toby asked when he saw the sheriff.

"Hush it up, boy, we're here to take you to the jail" Randy said curtly as the very businesslike matron unlocked the boy's cell and cuffed his hands behind him. She then led the prophetess into the cell the boy was vacating.

"Don't put your faggot hands on me!" the boy said, jerking away. "Get me out of this place" Toby said angrily. "I ain't never liked being around a bunch of cunt-lapping bitches and the matrons as bad as the two old muff bumpers in that cell. They make my fuckin' skin crawl!"

Randy and William greeted the matron whose behavior was very professional.

"Get this foul-mouthed boy out of here, sheriff" Mrs. Bedford said. "It's as if our privacy has been invaded. He kept interrupting our prayer time and bible study with his filthy mouth. I'd certainly never have allowed my sons to behave in such a fashion."

"And I wouldn't have allowed it either" Aunt Flea sniffed. "You know I never allowed blue language from you when you were growing up and I never allowed it from Dopie either. You were both raised with good, strong Christian principles."

"They just don't like anything with a dick" Toby said. "Especially a dick as beautiful as mine."

"You're a nasty boy" Mrs. Bedford sniffed.

"And you're a dirty cunt licker" the boy shot back.

"Randy, please get him out of here" Aunt Flea said. "I can't stand language like that and you know it. I just won't permit it. God knows, the words you use are bad enough."

"You don't get to choose what's permitted around here anymore, bitch" Randy shot back angrily at his aunt. "You caused enough pain and trouble and enough separation and meanness for a lifetime. So you just need to shut your fuckin' trap and keep it shut. I've a mind to send your fat ass on down to Statesville for what you did to me and to my son with that fucking wooden spoon hangin' in the kitchen!"

Aunt Flea instantly looked panicked when she heard those words.

"Tara, I told you we should've gotten rid of that spoon" Aunt Flea said as she began to cry. "I told you they might remember and they'd never forgive me. But you just shushed me and told me it would never come up. You said they'd both be too ashamed to admit an old lady had beaten them like that. You made me that promise!"

"Shut up, Flea" Mrs. Bedford retorted. "They can't prove a goddamned thing. Dopie's too young to be believed and nobody's going to believe the sheriff has suddenly remembered something from so long ago. Just shut up! It will be fine."

"I ought to jerk both of you cunts out of that cell and whip your asses all the way to Statesville prison" the sheriff said. "And if you think it's over and you got away scot free you better be thinkin' again. They don't like child molesters down at that prison whether it's men or women."

"Did that old fat bitch grab your weiner, sheriff?" the boy asked sarcastically. "I been hopin' to meet the sheriff these two old whores have been talkin' about. Are you really a faggot and livin' in a big old house that you stole from that tall, ugly dyke with all your queer buddies? I heard quite a bit about how all you faggots are over there playin'house in the old bitch's mansion you stole from her."

"You shut your mouth, boy, and shut it up right now" Tara warned young Toby.

"Fuck you, you old carpet munching dyke!" the boy said, laughing out loud at the woman's fury. "They thought I wasn't listening but I heard every fucking word those bitches had to say. They're both obsessed with you and your homo friends. They say even your sons are a bunch of pussyboys."

"That's enough of that, boy" William said sharply. "I have duct tape in the car and I will use it on your mouth if you don't shut your nasty little mouth immediately."

Randy was steaming, staring at his aunt and her friend but William managed to get him out of there after he explained to the matron about the band on the clit of the prophetess and the importance of keeping her hands away from her genitals. The matron seemed to understand perfectly, saying she had dealt with things like that previously. She said she would be suspicious that the other women prisoners might try to reach through the bars and remove the band from Miriam and suggested that all the women be restrained and mittened until such time as the circulation to Mrs. Jeff's clitoris was eliminated and the appendage completely wilted. Randy and William were both in total agreement and thanked the matron for her excellent input. As the men headed upstairs, the matron was putting thick mittens on the hands of the prophetess.

"Everything seems in control downstairs, Eliza" William said as they returned to the living room. "I think the matron is in control of that situation."

"I'll be bringin' breakfast down to the jail in the mornin' between seven and seven thirty" Eliza said.

"Eliza, I don't think that will be necessary" Randy said. "I think that now there's supervision for them bitches, you need to take it a little easy. I'll have the diner send over breakfast, lunch and dinner and you won't have to be bothered."

"It ain't no bother, sheriff" she said. "The matron brings them two bitches upstairs and puts the spreader bars on `em and they can't run away even if they want to. I likes to keep them whores busy cause it cuts down a little on their yappin'."

"I understand that but it's just not necessary for you to have to get up so early" the sheriff said. "How about if I have the diner provide breakfast and supper and you just provide lunch. Would that work for you?"

"Yes, sir, it's mighty kind of you to be so considerate" she said. "And I honestly do enjoy marchin' them two uppity bitches down the street in their spreader bars with all their friends laughin' at `em behind their backs."

"Then by all means continue to bring lunch and humiliate the bitches" Randy chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I think you might start marchin' em both naked to the jail and back. The kids who don't need to see that kind of thing are in school at lunchtime and the younger ones won't notice. It will totally humiliate Flea and Mrs. Bedford."

"I love that idea, sheriff" the woman said. "You know word will spread like wildfire in this town and all their gossipy old bitch friends will be out on t heir porches watchin' the bitches do their walk of shame."

They said good night and took Toby out to the car. They put the boy between them in the front seat as they still had Eamon, David and Mr. Print in the backseat.

"Are you faggots going to molest me?" the boy asked as they headed for the jail. "According to those two old ladies, the sheriff will fuck anything with a dick on it."

"You better hush it up, boy" the sheriff warned. "I ain't in the mood for none of your tired bullshit tonight. I just wanna get home to my bed."

"Yeah, I bet you do" Toby said. "I bet you wanna get home and fuck your son. How old is your son, sheriff? Sounded like he's around ten or eleven and you fuck him and his little buddies. Do all of you fuck each other and how does the nigger in the backseat fit in? Does he fuck y'all or y'all fuck him or do you all just fuck each other while your little boys beat their meat and watch?"

Randy hit the brakes so hard that the men and the boy in the front seat almost went through the windshield.

"Boy, if I hear one more goddamned peep out of you before we get to the courthouse, I will drag you out of this fuckin' car and wear your ass out with my fuckin' belt" the sheriff said. "If you don't think I will, just try me. I don't usually interfere by disciplinin' other people's young'uns but I believe your uncle would appreciate it if I wore that ass of yours out. So not one more word or you will regret it."

"Fuck you! Toby spat at the sheriff. "You're nothing but a chickenshit faggot blowhard! If you were a real man you'd've already done something with those two loudmouth bitches that badmouth you and your buddies. I am not the least bit scared of you. You're a goddamned homo pussy just like my uncle!"

Randy jumped out of the car and started to pull the teen out of the driver's side car door. Toby realized that the sheriff was pissed but it was too late as he struggled, grabbing William to try to prevent being pulled from the vehicle. But William wasn't having it and pinned one of the boy's arms behind him, wrenching his shoulder painfully and pushing the boy out of the car right into Randy. Toby had grabbed his shoulder which made it easy for the sheriff to lift the boy out of the automobile and throw him down on his frontside on the hood of the car. The boy continued to curse and taunt the sheriff while Randy stayed quiet as he twisted the boy's arm behind him and kicked his feet apart, his midsection and chest on the car hood.

"You think you're such a man but you're a goddamn cocksucking faggot!" the boy shouted at the sheriff who was getting angrier with each word. "You're no better than that faggot uncle of mine. He's let every marine on that whole base fuck him up his faggot ass! That worthless piece of shit thinks he's such a man but he's nothing and I'll teach that son of a bitch a lesson about what a real man is."

"Boy, are you really sayin' that you're more of a man than your uncle, who has served our country while you thugged around knocking young girls up, robbing little dipshit stores and restaurants, killin' your own paw with your behavior and even breakin' your own momma's arm?" the sheriff asked angrily. "You don't have a fuckin' clue and I look forward to watchin' your uncle beat some mothehrfuckin' sense into you. I plan to help him anytime he'll let me and I'm gonna start the whole process right now. I don't think your uncle will mind a bit if I just give you a little taste of what's in store for your stupid, dumb little delinquent ass!"

Randy used both his hands to pull the boy's jeans to his knees, revealing a very tight pair of white jockey briefs covering his round ass. It also revealed his muscular legs, covered in black hair. The sheriff pulled his own thick leather belt out of his belt loops, doubled it, and began to lash the boy's butt. The boy was still cursing and complaining about his shoulder until he began to feel the pain from the lashes with the belt. Lights began to come on in the neighborhood and a few people had walked out onto their porches to see what was going on. The car had stopped right under a streetlight and a small crowd of men began to gather to see what the noise was about. William calmed them all, saying the sheriff and he had apprehended a prisoner and the prisoner had tried to escape on the way to the jail. That seemed to satisfy the men, most of whom went back into their houses. A couple of men stayed. They seemed to be enjoying the sight of a teen bent over the hood of a car getting his ass whipped.

"Stop it!" Toby begged. "You're hurting me. My uncle won't allow this bullshit. We'll sue you for this. I promise you won't have a badge when we finish with you."

"You might as well just quit that bullshit right now, boy" the sheriff said as he continued to beat the boy's underwear covered buttcheeks. "Your uncle will absolutely approve of what I'm doing. You call that man a fag but he's one of the most respected drill sergeants in the Marine Corps and he has your fuckin' number! You have no idea what your life is goin' to be. He told me that your momma don't even know where he's brought you because she had you so goddamned spoiled, she might try to break you out. Your days of being a spoiled rotten little privileged asshole are over and done!"

Randy was now alternating his strokes with the underwear covered buttcheeks and the boy's bare thighs.

"Sheriff, do you think we might need to take this back to the jail?" William asked. "I don't think we want to attract too much attention, especially with Mr. Print and Thor in the car."

"Excellent idea, William" the sheriff said. "Will you drive the car for me? I plan to beat this boy's ass all four blocks to the court house. He will not forget this night."

"Of course" William said, jumping into the driver's spot and closing the door. He rolled down his window and told the sheriff that he would drive very slowly and follow them back to the courthouse.

The sheriff jerked the boy off the hood of the car by grabbing a handful of his thick black hair and started to beat his ass as he struggled to walk down the street, his pants around his ankles. It was quite a sight, the tall sheriff holding a handsome teen by his hair, the boy stumbling and tripping with his pants at his ankles and Randy continually lashing out at his underwear-covered round butt. Randy took Toby into the front door of the court house while William drove the car around back to unload Thor and Mr. Print. When the men got the prisoners from the quarters inside, the sheriff already had Toby in a cell, still standing with his pants at his ankles and still cursing and crying angrily. They put Thor into the cell with Mikayla Hunt and young Toby into the cell with Mr. Print. Mikayla tried to protest as she wanted the handsome young boy in her cell but Randy quickly shut her down by threatening her with the belt.

"I've about had it with foolishness tonight!" the sheriff declared as he locked the cells.

"I can't sit down cause my backside hurts too much" Toby complained.

"Tough titty" the sheriff responded. "I don't care if you sit, stand or fucking stand on your head. I'm done for this night and I'm ready to head for home."

"I'll stay here since we have a full house" Deputy David said. "Eamon's agreed to stay and keep me company."

"I just bet he has" the sheriff said, a smile crossing his lips.

"You don't ever have to worry about your deputy when he's with me, even if he did tell the prophet I was a dimwitted janitor and my nickname was the warden" Eamon said, wrapping a muscular arm around the boy and kissing him on the mouth.

"I'm going to get our very tired sheriff home and see if we can't make him feel better with a very, very cold beer and some time in the hot tub" William said, putting an arm around the sheriff.

"Does that include a nice massage?" the sheriff asked.

"If that's what the sheriff wants" William said, kissing the sheriff.

"I fucking knew it!" Tobias said loudly. "My uncle has brought me here into a nest of homo faggots. I just fucking knew it! I'll be filing a lawsuit and I'll be free as a bird in no time! Bunch of fucking homos!"

"Son, I suggest that you shut your mouth immediately or you will find the sheriff and me in that cell, beating that fine ass of yours bloody. It's time for you to fucking settle down" William warned in a voice that clearly showed he meant business. The boy quieted down and William and Sheriff Randy headed for the house. It seemed that everyone was asleep when they arrived. William grabbed ice cold beers for both and they walked out onto the deck outside. They were startled to look up and see Sarge naked except for a towel around his waist, brandishing a baseball bat. Once he saw who it was, he lowered the weapon and apologized.

"That's the second time tonight I've almost knocked the block off people who live here" the Sarge chuckled. "When Arnold and the doctor came home, I was in bed with the boys and heard noises downstairs. I came down with the bat to find those two and was very relieved. I guess I may be a little edgy since travelling with that nephew of mine for two days. I haven't slept since we left until this evening because I knew he'd slash my throat if he had the opportunity."

"He is a little asshole" the sheriff said. "I'm afraid I owe you an apology, Sarge."

Randy and William recounted the recent events involving the sergeant's nephew. Sarge reached out and embraced sheriff.

"No apology is necessary, sheriff" the sergeant said. "Believe me, any help anyone will give me with that little fucking delinquent is greatly appreciated. I'm sorry he's taking up space in your jail but I really do appreciate you housing him so I could get some rest. And tonight has been one of the best nights of my entire life. Those boys are the sweetest boys I believe I've ever met."

"They are good boys" William said. "And also very sexy boys. I hope they didn't wear you out."

"I just can't get enough of those three" the sergeant said.

"I bet they were fighting over that thick meat of yours" the sheriff said with a chuckle.

"It was unbelievable" Sarge said. "Are you guys really comfortable talking about this kind of thing, I mean with it being your sons?"

"Absolutely" William said as he hugged the sergeant. "We know our boys are sexual creatures and we enjoy sharing their experiences as well as hearing about things they enjoy when we aren't around. You n ever need to hold back things from us or from Arnold or the doctor."

"Well, then, I'll tell you" the sergeant said."I don't know whether you're familiar with the military culture, but we often use pain and humiliation for punishment. It is firmly my belief that the most effective punishment includes a healthy dose of humiliation with a smaller dose of pain. Therefore, as a rule, a drill sergeant is never fucked by his recruits and we never allowed the recruits to see us as anything but dominant alpha males. To be totally honest, I was very inexperienced when I entered the marines and had hardly any sexual experience. Sergeant Carter was my mentor and he taught me to be a gruff, demanding man. Bottom line is that I have never been fucked except by Sergeant Carter on two occasions when no other soldiers were around. It wasn't a comfortable experience for me as you might recall Vince had a very thick piece of meat. But I always wanted to be able to enjoy being fucked. I've always been curious about it and tonight I got my wish. I had not just one but three handsome, horny boys fuck me and it was amazing. All three are skillful little lovers any father should be proud of. After they each had a dry climax with their little peckers inside me, they all went to work on me and got me off not once but twice. They're just precious boys and I love not only having sex with them but just being around them. I love just watching them sleep."

"That is one of the real pleasures of my life" William said.

"I better get back up and catch some good sleep while I can" Sarge said. "I can get my nephew out of your way early in the morning."

Sarge, there's absolutely no rush to do that" Randy said. "He's secure and the warden and the deputy are both staying there tonight. The warden will be moving three of the prisoners up to the state prison tomorrow so that will leave only Toby. You don't need to be in any rush at all. I hope you'll feel free to stay here with us while you find a place for you and your nephew. I know our boys enjoyed it as much as you did and you couldn't be more welcome here in our home."

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this" Sarge said. "And I hope you know that there's nothing I won't do for friends."

"We saw that with the way you were ready to protect our boys this evening" the sheriff said.

Suddenly a young naked Billy Paul appeared on the deck, naked as the day he was born and fingering his little uncut pecker."

"I woke up and you were gone, Sarge" Billy Paul said as he went to his father and the sheriff for hugs.

The boy's dad picked him up and hugged him tightly.

"It won't be long before I won't be able to pick you up like that but I intend to do it until I absolutely can't lift you" William said, giving his boy a kiss on the lips. "I'd really like it if you'd slow down the rate you're growing up, son. I love you very much."

"I think your dad and the sheriff were about to hit the hot tub before I so rudely interrupted them" Sarge said as he took the boy from his dad's arms into his own.

Billy Paul wanted to be carried piggyback up to the bedroom, a request with which the sergeant replied with a smile.

Sarge, I really mean It about taking your time to find a place" the sheriff said. "You are welcome here now and anytime in the future you might need a break from the duty you've taken on. It's clear Billy Paul is already very fond of you and I'm sure Dopie and Arnold Jr. feel the same. You are welcome in this house at anytime and for as long as you wish to stay."

"Thank you, sheriff" Sarge said. "It's nice to be welcomed in such a way and I will never forget how welcome you have made me feel."

With that, they took off up the stairs and William and randy undressed and stepped down into the hot tub with the warm water swirling and bubbling around their bodies.

"Goddamn!" William said. "This feel amazing. Did you see the sergeant was getting a hardon? I felt my boy getting one too. That little pecker was getting hard as I held him."

"Who wouldn't get a hardon with you holding them?" Randy asked as the men shared a long kiss. "It's been a long, hard day, but we have done a lot of good in that whole prophet situation. I'm proud of the work, especially the way things are happening out in Arizona."

"The truth is, buddy, that these events may have saved this country from another civil war" Randy said. "If the prophet had managed to get Arizona to secede, who knows what might have happened?"

"I think we can all feel good about the part we played" William said as he moved behind the sheriff, spreading his legs so the sheriff could sit in front of him. He began to knead Randy's shoulder muscles, occasionally rubbing his hairy chest and tweaking a nipple.

"Holy fuck, that feel so good" Randy said. "I think you have magic hands."

They sat quietly in the tub, William massaging the sheriff for about ten more minutes before Randy nodded off, jerking awake suddenly.

"We better both get upstairs to bed, buddy, before we both drown" William chuckled.

The men got out and dried off, leaving their clothing on the deck and heading upstairs arm in arm. The door to the boys' bedroom was slightly cracked, so they peeked in quietly just to check on them. The night light revealed the sergeant and Billy Paul in a sixty nine position, pleasing each other orally with Dopie and Arnold, Jr. sleeping soundly beside them. The men didn't disturb them but headed to their bedroom. Once in the bedroom, they saw Arnold sound asleep in the big bed and, after drying off, they joined him. William held the sheriff in his arms for the ten minutes it took for them both to drift into a deep slumber.