From looking at the license he could see that the boy was 21 years old and named Mark Taylor.

Jim looked down at the driver and asked, "Who’s your friend?"

"My brother, Clem." responded Mark.

The officers looked at one another and Jim ordered the brothers from the vehicle. Both young men got out and stood next to the door on the driver’s side of the pickup. The Troopers looked the brothers up and down. Mark's hair was bleached almost to the point of being white. He was short and very thin, giving him the appearance of a 17 year old, although his license stated that he was 21. He wore a white wife beater and black boots with cut off jeans so short that the bottom of his small, round, perky ass peaked out the bottom even as he stood upright.

His brother, who was about 23, had light brown hair and was thin, but not at all a twink like his Mark. Clem wore old jeans with white sneakers and a faded black t-shirt that bore a Rock & Roll logo. Nervously, the two motorists stood there under the watchful eyes of the hateful Troopers.

Finally Jim spoke, "You boys fags?"

The brothers looked at one another puzzled.

"You heard the question!", snapped Chad. “Answer him. Are you boys cocksuckers? Fudge packers? Pole smokers?"

Mark was speechless so Clem spoke up, "If you are asking if we’re gay, what difference does that make?"

Jim backhanded Clem across the mouth, "I said we'll ask the questions!" Now are you two a couple of homos?"

Clem moved back a step and rubbed his cheek. "My brother is gay, but I am not."

Hatred for the officers blazed in his eyes. The beefy Troopers were menacing in their tan uniforms and thigh high black leather boots. Neither man removed his motorcycle helmet or mirrored sunglasses as they looked the two brothers up and down like they were trash. Chad circled the brothers. He tugged on the back of Mark's cutoff's creeping up his ass and laughed, "Is this regulation fag wear!?" Mark just blushed.

Jim spoke, "This is a nice town boys. We don't go for fags around here. We are decent people. “

"Well, if you let us go we will leave your town," said Clem.

"In due time." said Jim. "Do you know why Officer Carter and I pulled you over?"

"To harass us," snapped Clem.

Officer Matthews shoot him a hard mean look as he said, "No it's because you have a broken tail light."

"I don't have a broken tail light," said Mark finally finding his voice.

"Yes, you do boy", said Jim. "Show 'em Chad."

Chad motioned for the brothers to follow him to the back of the pick up and Jim followed, his big meaty mounds bouncing in his pants as he did. Chad pulled out his nightstick and brought it down hard on the driver’s side tail light, causing it to shatter.

"See?" said Chad. "Busted."

"Hey!" Mark exclaimed.

At just that moment the door to the truck bed and the window to the cap burst open and out popped a third man. He was short and portly and much older than the two brothers. His hair was snow white. He wore overalls and a red flannel shirt. Perched on