Because of this, a number of vigilante revenge groups were established. Among these is the Queen's Revenge Service, International -- the QRSI. Its roots go back to the bad old days before the Christopher Street Uprising. Back then, it was a loose confederation of secret support societies. But with the growing recognition of gay culture, the groups began to organize themselves more formally, protecting openly gay individuals by revenging attacks on gays. 

With the return to repression under Ray-Gun, the QRSI has had to become more active -- and in many cases, more forceful, resorting to violence and unmistakable revenge in especially heinous cases of fag bashing. 

There has been a particularly nasty outbreak of fag bashing in a several county region in Kentucky. Young toughs who are mentally deficient have taken it as their gang project to rid Kentucky of "queer-faggots". In all respects except for their hair styles, these punks are skin-heads -- neo-nazis who believe they have been made superior by "God", and that it is their duty to rid the world of the inferiors. 

The leader of this Kentucky fag-bashing gang is a twenty-three year old blond tobacco farmer and "good old boy", Josiah Evert Jones. 

Like most bigots, he's affable enough. He seems like a nice guy. And he is. He's Doctor Jekyll most of the time; but when he's with his gang, he's Mr Hyde. Except in his group, he does not act like he's the vicious fag basher he is -- he is even friendly with "niggers" and "kikes" and "faggots" when he's alone. 

But, as we said, he is absolutely vicious when he is with his gang. He came to the attention of the QRSI when he led a raid on a Louisville fag bar, beating up over fifty faggots and burning the bar to the ground -- three of the victims were so badly beaten they had to have fingers or toes amputated, and one had severe brain damage and has been hospitalized for more than fourteen months. Since then, Josiah and his gang have trashed more than a dozen private homes and burned down another two bars. 

Just last week, he and his group hunted down a forty-two year old gay activist, Marion Martin Thompson, beat him severely, crushing an eye socket and smashing his jaw, breaking five ribs, rupturing his kidneys, spleen, and liver, crushing his hip, and castrating him. 

Marion was left to die on the lawn in front of his house where he was discovered some five to six hours after the attack. He was hospitalized, but died of his injuries two days later.  

The police are either powerless or unwilling to do anything about Josiah and his gang. The police chief is supposed to have said Josiah are just cleaning up the "shit-eating vermin who prey on our children". While there was some outcry in various circles, several religious groups have variously justified the attack, calling Josiah and his gang modern day "Judges, in the Old Testament sense".^{(footnote 1)} The most outspoken religious groups include the Louisville Archdiocese of the Roman Catholic Church, the Kentucky Synod of the Evangelical Churches of Christ, the Kentucky Southern Baptist Convention, and The Pentecostal Holiness Convention of Kentucky. 

The Archbishop of Louisville went so far as to hold a special mass calling for God's blessing upon the "vigilante crusaders for a purer Kentucky", and calling for more "citizens" to take up arms against the "unholy and perverted destroyers of our children." 

Civic and fraternal organizations also praised the vigilantes, echoing the "unholy and perverted destroyers of our children" condemnation of the homosexual community.  

That is the situation. It is a situation which demanded the QRSI get involved and make a major statement. This Josiah Evert Jones had to be made an example of. 

James Lloyd and his black lover Elroy Masters were chosen to execute the judgement of the "Committee of Justice" for the QRSI. They were native New Yorkers.  

The objection that a Kentucky bigot would not fall for a black and white New York pair had been noted and overridden by the poetic justice of a black and a "yankee" meeting out justice. Should James and Elroy not be able to bring Josiah to justice, then other men who better fit the profile of one of Josiah's gang members would be sent.

After researching Josiah, his gang, and other similar gangs, James and Elroy began plotting their revenge. They took into consideration the things they found out about Josiah: 

Josiah, though he liked to think of himself as a farmer, liked to party -- he especially loved his beer and would make any excuse to stop work and party. Several days a week, Josiah helped his father on his farm. The other days, Josiah worked an isolated plot of land alone -- one his father gave him to get him started on his own and to "keep him out of trouble". 

For Josiah, work was more of a game at times -- and a punishment at others -- than a real vocation. He was not a farmer at heart. On the land his father had given him, there was an old, dilapidated barn. with various posts and old tables and the like around. 

On the property, near to the barn, is a lake. 

There are no animals on Josiah's "farm", other than rats and mice and bugs. And the plot he was tending was rather ragged. He had yet to bring in a profitable planting season -- though he did bring in enough tobacco to keep himself and his father in cigarettes and chaw year round. 

In general, then, Josiah was a typical bigot -- a failure in nearly everything, lazy, unmotivated, with a hatred of anyone who has made a life for himself, feeling that he has been "discriminated" against because he is white, Christian, and heterosexual.  
 

With their assessment of Josiah in hand, James and Elroy gave him a "visit" at his own plot of land. Josiah was out in the "field" smoking a cigarette and spading dandelions -- a rather fruitless method of weeding. 

James and Elroy struck up a conversation with Josiah. Things got around to drinking and "some fun". That was all the excuse Josiah needed and they went into the dilapidated barn so they wouldn't be seen if "Paw happens to drive by".

There were old chairs and tables, posts and ropes, and a bar-b-que pit in the barn too. 
 

Josiah downed nine or ten sixteen-ouncers before he even noticed James and Elroy 'playing around' with each other. He wiped off his mouth and drawled out, "Hey -- you guys -- you guys are damn queers!" 

Elroy laughed and snorted, "And I'm a damn nigger too!"  

Josiah wrinkled his forehead and squinted his eyes and slavered, "Yeh ... I noticed that."

Josiah dropped off and stumbled for the door. Elroy leaned against the door as Josiah tried to pull it open. Josiah just looked at Elroy with scrunched up eyes -- either pleading or swearing, even Josiah probably didn't know which. 

Elroy just grinned then said, "You wouldn't want to be running out now, would you -- the fun's just beginning!" 

Josiah's eyes widened as Elroy grabbed his shoulders and walked him over to a large wooden post. Elroy shoved Josiah up against the post and squinted his eyes then snarled, 

"Remember Marion Martin Thompson, Breeder-boy!" 

Josiah squinted his eyes, trying to remember. When he did, his eyes pealed back like a horse frightened by a fire in the barn. 

James wrapped Josiah in rope, pulling it tight so he couldn't move -- and barely could breathe. 

James and Elroy downed a can of beer each as Josiah begged -- blubbering. He first told them they had the wrong guy, then it wasn't his idea, then he tried to stop it, then back to they had the wrong guy. 

James and Elroy just laughed. When they were ready, they started giving Josiah a "golden shower". 

Josiah started to scream then stifled it himself. He forced a grin and said, "Hey, this is fun, guys! How about untying me and let me rub-a-dub-dub." 

He tried to ignore Elroy's nipping at his nipples -- pulling them with his teeth. He just grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes tight and breathed "slow and deep". 

Josiah kept his eyes tightly closed as he felt his nipples being pinched and pulled. Suddenly there was a prick then a stabbing pain in his right nipple then a tearing feeling -- like his nipple was being pulled right off. 

Josiah gasped for breath and looked down at full bag of sugar swinging from his nipple. He looked at Elroy who was pulling out his left nipple and forced a grin. 

Elroy grinned back and stabbed another nail through Josiah's right nipple -- hanging a small barbell from that. Josiah gasped and Elroy smirked then dropped the barbell and Josiah yelped as the weight ripped at his nipple. 
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James laughed at Josiah and spit in his face. Then he tapped the bag of sugar then the barbell then the bag then the barbell, making them swing back and forth, knocking into each other, stretching Josiah's nipples this way and that, pulling his nerves again and again. 

Josiah was crying -- sobbing and begging. He had to gasp for his breath between his sobs. 

James and Elroy just let Josiah squirm there for a while as they sat down on the grass inside the barn and gave each other a massage. 

After a while, James grabbed the bag of sugar and jerked, pulling the pin right through Josiah's nipple, tearing it to pieces. 

Elroy grabbed the barbell and tugged a little then released then tugged a little more, like he was doing an exercise with a pulley-weight. 

Josiah was gasping for breath and sobbing, muttering "Please"s and "Stop"s. Elroy grinned then said, "OK, breeder-boy!" 

Elroy jerked hard and pulled the barbell to his chest, ripping off part of Josiah's nipple with it. Josiah yelped again then sobbed even harder. 

James drew his finger through the blood dripping from Josiah's nipples then drew a skull and cross bones on Josiah's forehead -- having to "ink" his finger several times in the coagulating blood. 

When James had finished his drawing, he and Elroy untied Josiah. 

Josiah started thanking them, telling them he wouldn't tell anyone what they had done -- and that he had learned his "lesson" and would never persecute "homos" and "blacks" and "Joods" -- evidently the least "derogatory" terms he could think of at the moment. 

He grinned and tried to act relaxed -- act relaxed. He was obviously grasping at straws -- hoping against hope that this was the worst he had to pay for his torture-murder of that "queer". 

But Josiah's "reprieve" was only illusionary -- James and Elroy just picked Josiah up and plopped him across the top of the 20x20 post and strapped him down then hugged each other.

When they were around the back side, James aimed his and Elroy's clenched arm and did a dip -- right into Josiah's rectum, ripping deep inside with both their weights behind the thrust. 

Josiah screamed -- a loud, braying scream, like a mule just whipped for sitting down instead of pulling the cart.

Josiah was barely able to gasp for breath. His face was blood red -- as red as the blood oozing out of his torn ass. Josiah passed out, choking for breath, so James threw some flat beer at his face while Elroy pissed at his face. 

Josiah gasped and screamed as he came to. James slapped his face and laughed at him, "This is just the beginning, breeder-boy -- we're going to show you the same kind of mercy you and your goons showed Marion!" 

Josiah sobbed and begged again. James just laughed in his face again.

Elroy set two place settings and James crouched down at the far one. He watched as Elroy reached between Josiah's legs and under his abdomen and pulled Josiah's cock and balls back, so they pressed hard against the top of the 20x20 -- balls up, like two unbroken soft boiled egg yolks in the semi-gelatinous albumen. 

Before Josiah realized what was happening to him, Elroy pulled out a knife he had found and held it by the blade and tapped Josiah's balls -- lightly at first then harder. 

Josiah was screaming and wriggling, trying to pull his belly up enough so his cock and balls would flop back under, but he was tied down too tight. 

Elroy tapped harder and harder, playing with the natural spring the knife blade to make the handle bounce hard against the balls. Elroy concentrated hard, building the rhythm to an intense ferocity, pounding the hard ovules nearly flat in their purple splotched bright red sack. 

Josiah was about to pass out again from gasping so hard against a pain-tightness that would not let him breathe. Elroy did not want to have any more delays, so he stopped beating on Josiah's balls. Josiah started gasping deeper between his screams until he was fully conscious again. 

That was when Elroy shoved the knife blade into Josiah's perineum and quickly hack-sawed off Josiah's cock and balls. -- The balls had already reinflated themselves back to their full roundness, as if they had never been squashed. 

Elroy held the blood dripping prize over to James. James stuck out his tongue like a hungry dog so the blood would drip into his mouth.

When Josiah came to, James and Elroy had built a fire in a bar-b-que pit and was roasting his spitted cock and balls, marinating it with some sauce they had in a bottle. 

Josiah watched in semi-disbelief as James and Elroy took turns sucking and nibbling the cooked cock, like they were sucking and nipping a Pop-Sickle -- a little bit at a time off the top. 

When they were nearly down to the balls, Elroy grabbed James and kissed him hard -- with a tongue-in-the-mouth "French kiss". 

Things went a lot quicker now. James and Elroy wanted to get the execution done and over so they could get out of town before anyone was the wiser. They cut Josiah's hands and feet off and tossed them onto the bar-b-que pit, letting them sear 

There wasn't much time left for Josiah. James and Elroy knew that. But they wanted Josiah to die even more horribly -- to pay for his crime against humanity.

The police have not been able to determine who did the killing -- nor have they been able to determine whether it was done as a revenge for Josiah's involvement in the Neo-Nazi movement or whether he was executed by one of his own in the movement. 

The Neo-Nazis, though, were able to figure out that it had been a revenge killing -- for one of their own torture-killings. They protested to the police, but, of course, the police wouldn't get involved with them either, essentially saying, "A pox on both your houses!" 

The Neo-Nazis swore revenge. But since the torture execution of Josiah, their leader in Kentucky, they have not committed any more atrocities and have begun to drift apart. 

Whether this is because they no longer have an articulate spokesman who can focus their hate, or because they have come to some realization of the futility of their hate, or because they fear a torture-death themselves if they continue on with their atrocities, one can only guess. 

But, whatever the reason, the torture-execution of Josiah Evert Jones has stopped a reign of terror and so must be considered a success.