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 "Is Helping The Police..." ; by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm

   I lay on my bed thinking about the summer.  My choices were stark, none
of them good.  I could go and stay with Grandma at Weston-super-Mare: the
beach was attractive, but I would have to be nice to her for weeks, and in
any case I didn't have any friends there and kids can be very cliquey.  Or
I could go off to camp in the Welsh Hills: father's employers, a Bank, ran
a summer camp there for its workers all across Europe.  That might be good,
and I had enjoyed it last year.  Or I could stay at home: but that meant
putting up with David, a real menace.  He's my brother, twelve, two years
younger than me, and a real pain in the bum.  That's what my parents wanted
as they could leave me alone to look after David when they went off to
their political conference, Blackpool this year.

   'Carl.' That was him again at my bedroom door, managing as usual to get
a long whining note into his voice.  'Carl, can I have the Rings.' No
"please" of course.  He wanted my Playstation Lord of the Rings.  He'd got
his own games, but was always wanting mine.  Chances were he'd lose it or
break it or something, and it would be a real sod getting it back from him.

   'Go away.' I was shouting through the door as I'd told him if I ever saw
him in my room I'd give him a good bashing.

   'Why not?' Again that horrible whining.

   'Piss off!'

   'I'll tell mother!'

   Now he would go down stairs complaining I wouldn't share, that it
'wasn't fair', and mother would come up, ball me out and tell me to give it
to him: she'd do anything for an easy life.  I could not face seeing the
look of triumph on his face if that happened so I opened the door, shoved
it into his hand wordlessly, and closed the door on him.

   I lay on the bed.  Could have a wank, I suppose: not had one since early
morning.  I reached under my bed for the magazine and opened it.  The
photograph of the athletic guy with a big hard cock was familiar: too
familiar.  I needed to get some new wank-books.  Perhaps Avram would let me
have another one if I asked him nicely.  He had some much more hard core,
sucking and fucking while this one was just guys posing.  He wouldn't tell
me where he got them : I knew the Saturday Market bookstall had some wank
books but the guy always leered at me.  I would not have minded that if he
was good-looking, but he was a scruffy old git....I didn't fancy him though
he obviously had a yen for me!  My cock went hard at the thought of Avram,
my best friend.  I was about to jerk off when mother called up that dinner
was ready.

   We only sit down to a family dinner Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.  the
rest of the week it is "help yourself from the fridge and heat it in the
microwave", eaten probably watching television or on the computer.  Mother
was on a "health food" jag at the moment, and it was a salad: a complicated
salad with chicken, olives and things in it, but still just a salad.

   We had just finished when the doorbell rang: father went to answer it,
and then came back with four burly men.  One of them flashed a badge at
mother.  They behaved as if the house was their own.

   'We are from the Child Protection Unit.  I am Detective Inspector Sam
Evans, and my colleagues are Detective Inspector Rob Elroy, Detective
Sergeant Phil Browne and Detective Constable Andy Crawford.  Please send
the boys to their room while we tell you what this is about.'

   They even looked like policemen, big and burly, even the constable who
was the youngest of them but still broad-shouldered and looked very strong.
And they all had the same black, polished shoes and identical charcoal grey
suits, and I immediately thought of The Godfather for some reason.  You
would not mess with these guys, who were obviously hard nuts.  They may
have been in "civies" but they might as well have been in uniform.

   DC Crawford had already, unbidden, switched the television off (father
liked to have Sky News on while we ate: anything rather than
conversation!), and was fiddling around at the back of it plugging a laptop
into another bit of equipment, and then into the television.

   At the head of the stairs David told me his theory.  'They've come for
Mum and Dad because of the marching and stuff.  Dad's always going on about
the fascists in the government and now they've had enough and come to sort
him out.  Probably think he's a dangerous terrorist.  But he's all mouth,
isn't he?  Calls himself an anarchist and works for a bank!  I ask you!'

   'You're daft.  It's not against the law to protest.  Not yet any rate.'

   'I bet you!'

   In the event, David was not so far wrong as you will see.

   Of course I wondered what was going on, and it was only later that Sam
Evans told me about it, and so I can record it here.

   ..................................................................

   'So what's the Child Protection Unit when it's at home?' Mother could
never know when to be polite and respectful and when to go on the
offensive. Also uniforms, and government officials were the red rag to the
bull for her.

   'Just that, Mrs Hapgood.  We protect children, by catching the men that
prey on them.  You seem very quiet, Mr Hapgood.  Anything you should tell
us before Andy here puts on the tape?'

   My father just shook his head, looking worried.'

   The four officers, a man and his wife stood watching the film, which was
in colour and crystal clear.

   'That's the Ring Road.  And that's our car!' Mother then shut up as our
Range-Rover with its distinctive blue flashes down the side drew up a few
yards past a small group of youths loitering on the grass verge.  One of
them broke away from the group, threw his cigarette end down, and went over
to the car, leaning against the open window, the camera lingering a moment
on his tanned legs and white shorts stretched across a hard little bottom.

   'Good looking boy!  Looks a bit like your eldest don't you think, Mr
Hapgood?  About the same age I should think.  What would you say, Mr
Hapgood, thirteen?  Fourteen at the most?' That was Inspector Elroy.  'You
feeling all right, Mr Hapgood?  You look a bit pale.'

   There had been no sound as the car drew up to the kerb, but now the
sound was on.

   'How much?'

   'For what?'

   'I'll want to suck you.'

   'And?'

   'That's all.  I want cock.'

   'Twenty five.  Where?'

   'In the parking at Stanhope.  Get in.'

   The film cut now, and picked up the car again cruising slowly into a
wooded parking lot, now nearly dark as evening drew in.  Some sort of
light-enhancement technology was used to show zoomed-in-close the interior
of the car, though the colour was very nearly black and white now.  The
driver, you could clearly see it was Mr Hapgood, cut the engine and
immediately was fiddling with the blonde boy's belt and zip.  The boy was
not wearing underpants, sensibly perhaps given the way he earned his
living, and his cock stood about five inches tall, slender and with a 'cut'
knob pink at the end of the white shaft.  If there was any hair, it was
blonde and very fine as yet.  He lifted his arse so the man could slip the
trousers down clear of thighs.  Hapgood had his own cock out now, erect,
and gave it a couple of rubs before leaning over the boy to take that
flaring knob between his lips.  One hand cradled the boy's tight ball-sack,
or sometimes stroked his smooth, elegant thighs while the other jerked up
and down his own cock.

   The boy lifted the man's head off, and said something: there was no
sound on the film now, but it was easy to lip-read as Hapgood swore.  He
reached round to his hip pocket for his wallet, counted off the notes and
handed them over.  The boy shoved them into a trouser pocket, down by his
ankles, smiled, and guided the man's head back to his cock.  The camera had
zoomed in further and the climax was shown in close-up, head bobbing up and
down on cock, the boy's legs tensing and straightening as the cum mounted
in his shaft, and then the man franticly swallowing, still bobbing up and
down, as the boy came in his mouth, a dribble of bubbly foam escaping to
drip down his chin.  The camera panned out a bit and filmed Hapgood coming
seconds later, spunk splattering up and onto the car's dash-board.

   'Oh!  Charles!  How could you?'

   'Tale it easy Mrs Hapgood.  Bit of give and take in a marriage is a good
idea don't you think?' This was Inspector Elroy again.

   Inspector Sam Evans then cut in.  'Cast your mind back, Mrs Hapgood,
nearly fifteen years to your Party Conference at Eastbourne.  You had only
been married a few months, but there was a speaker from Sweden, handsome
Nordic type called Sven Ragnarsson.  Remember him?  Yes I bet you do.  No
video of those happy rendezvous of course, but we have witness statements
and so on.  You must have wondered, Mr Hapgood, why you, your wife and your
younger son all have Mediterranean good looks, dark and sultry, but your
oldest son is tall and blonde...'

   'Oh!  Wilma!  How could you?' The tone of his voice exactly echoed his
wife a few moments before.

   'Now, now, Mr Hapgood.  No sarcasm and a bit of understanding, please.
Not all the delegates at that sort of nonsense are as serious about it as
you are.  By the way, Mrs Hapgood, we do have a short holiday film from
Weston-super-Mare in the Spring this year.  Shows you doing a spot of
gardening for your mother.  Would you like to see it?'

   'Oh no.  Please, no.' She blushed bright red.

   'I'd like to see it.'

   'Of course you would, Mr Hapgood, and I'm sure my officers would enjoy
watching the boy again.  Put it on, please, DC Crawford.'

   My mother sat with her head in her hands but peeking at the film through
her fingers, like a child watching a horror movie.  It started with a
woman, my mother, standing on a rickety wooden step-ladder so she could
reach up with shears to trim the top of a tall front hedge.  A boy in
school uniform came along the pavement, kicking a stone along it as he
walked.  Mother was deadly pale again now, and looked as if she might faint
or be sick or something.  The officers took no notice.

   'Johnny, can you give me a hand for a moment, please.'

   'Happy to, Mrs Hapgood.'

   'I'm a bit wobbly here.  Can you hold the steps for me, please.'

   The boy braced the steps.  He was short and stocky, and had the same
dark colouring as the woman.  The steps still wobbled as she reached out
and over the hedge.

   'That's no good, is it?  I think you'd better hold my legs, if you
would, Johnny, please.'

   It was still Spring and despite the sun there was a nip in the air, so
she was wearing stockings, hold-ups the boy discovered as he grasped her
thighs to steady her.

   'That's better!'

   The camera showed the boy's cock making a bulge in his grey flannel
shorts, and then, as she reached out for the final sprig to cut, she seemed
to slip a bit.  Her dress rode up, and the boy found his face was crushed
in against her black satin and lace panties: the panel at the front was so
thin as to be transparent.  He held onto her legs all the tighter, and the
camera showed his nose nuzzled in against the panties, tight so her
cunt-lips were clearly outlined.

   'That's nice, Johnny.  you're making me quite hot.' She threw the shears
to the ground, reached down with both hands, and held his head pushing it
even harder against her crotch.  Opening her legs slightly she allowed his
nose to rub up against her clit.  'Now that really does feel good,
Johnny....but better on the grass I think.'

   They lay together on the grass, and she opened his flies.  The cock was
small, but hard.  The policemen and her husband watched as she squatted
over him, pulled her panties to one side, and sank down onto his shaft.He
came quickly, but probably she did not.  The clip ended as she raised
herself from him, licked his cock clean, and pushed it back in his pants.

   'And that wasn't the last was it, Mrs Hapgood?  We have five other clips
from that holiday.  You certainly made a man of that boy, eh?  But to be
serious, you seem to have the same legal problem as your husband.  Sex with
a minor is automatic prison, of course, though unlike his lawyer yours will
probably argue that behind a hedge is not a public place.  A car-park
certainly is, Mr Hapgood, and is worth a year or two more on the sentence I
should think.  Prison is not a bowl of cherries for sex-offenders, you
know: the prisoners take all sorts of liberties with them I fear.  The men
have a specially hard time....sore bottoms most of the time if you get my
meaning, and in and out of the medical block for injections, social
diseases as they call them.  And those wardresses in the women's prisons!
Dreadful dykes some of them, and sadists too.'

   DI Elroy now took over again.  'But in some ways that is not the worst
of our suspicions and your problems.  We have to ask ourselves what a man
and wife who are willing to indulge in sex with under-age boys, might have
inflicted on their own sons, both if I may say so very attractive
teenagers. More especially, of course, as we have some more quite
disturbing footage.  I think you should call the eldest boy, Carl, down to
watch it with us.

  
...........................................................................

   David, who had been hanging about at the top of the stairs with me, came
down as well even though he had not been invited.  Typical!

   I thought both my parents looked pale and worried, and imagined they had
over-stepped the mark with their protests against the Government, leaflets,
letters meetings, marches and all that, bringing this lot of heavies down
on them.  I was in no way prepared for the ordeal I was about to undergo.

   They sat us both on the settee, while mother, father, and the four
detectives stood behind and around us.  DI Crawford started the tape.

   'Oh no!' I heard myself whisper as the camera showed two bicycles
propped together gleaming in the early summer sun, and in a place and at a
time I recognised and remembered only too well.  Now the camera panned
across the attractive scenery of the heathland to a secluded grassy patch
under a big oak tree, among the gorse bushes.  Two boys were sitting,
propped against the trunk of the tree, and had it seemed just finished some
sandwiches and cokes.  The empty bottles lay beside them.

   'Oh no.  Please no.' I knew what was coming next, but the video played
on.  The blonde boy reached in his small rucksack and took out a magazine.
The two boys huddled together as I (the blonde boy was me of course) I
leafed through the pages.  The camera showed a close-up of one page where I
stopped leafing: it was the one that had since become my favourite, the big
hairy guy with his hard cock silhouetted against the sky.  There was a
jerkiness in the film, where a bit had been cut probably, and then there
were the two of us both wanking away.  The film showed me lean over and
grasp his cock, and then bend my head down over it to suck his pretty, cut
cock-head.  He had his shorts down to his knees now, and I had rolled his
shirt up to expose his chest and pretty, brown nipples.

   'No, It wasn't like that, really.  It wasn't like that at all.' I
guessed I looked as pale as my mother now.  It was dreadful, but the video
just played on, showing me sucking, and then pulling the boy's head down
onto my cock for him to suck me.  As he sucked, I pulled my shirt up over
my head, and off.

   Again I could see the film had been cut (but I knew what actually
happened so it was easy to see).  Now we were both naked, sucking and
fondling each other.  We both seemed to come, him first and then me.  The
film ended with me licking my lips.

   We need to question your son, Mr Hapgood.  there are several offences
here.  Sex with a minor of course, though there is some mitigation that he
is a minor too.  Sex in a public place: no mitigation for that.  And the
film clearly shows he was the instigator, seducing and corrupting the other
boy.  Probably a few years in a young offenders' unit I should think.

   'But it wasn't like that.  The film is not right!  It wasn't like that.'
I was close to tears, shame and anger.

   'You'll get your chance later at the Department.  The film doesn't lie.
Mr Hapgood, We're going to need to interrogate the boy to find out where he
learned to have oral sex at such a tender age, who gave him that magazine,
and whether he has been abused in the home.  He has a computer?'

   Father nodded.  'Laptop.  In his bedroom'.

   'DI Crawford, will you go and secure it, please?'

   'We will take him to the Department now.  You have the right to
accompany him, but not to be present when we question him as to put it
bluntly you and your wife are both suspects.  DI Crawford ought to take
your computer as well, Mr Hapgood, to see whether we can add downloading or
making paedophile images to the eventual charge sheet.  You look unwell, Mr
Hapgood.  Stuff on the computer that shouldn't be, perhaps?  On the other
hand, it might be best for you to stay here and spend some time cleaning
the computer up, before DI Crawford gets his hands on the hard drive. 
You're in deep enough shit already, without that, and it would only
complicate the case for us as well.There, that's an offer, isn't it.'

   'We'll stay here.  Will you bring him back tomorrow?  I have never laid
a hand on him'.

   'Nor me.' That was mother.  'Yes, we'll stay here.  Need to look after
David in any case.' My two parents, like me were in shock.  David was
probably enjoying this, with no thought of the implications for his own
comfort!

   'Yes!  That boy should not have been here to see the film....'

   ......................................................

   And that was that.

   They were none too gentle as they hauled me across the pavement, and I
felt the cold, still in my sweat-shirt and white sports shorts, as they had
not thought to let me put on a jacket or anything.

   Their car was a big black saloon with darkened windows, and it was warm
inside without being hot.  I sat in the back seat crushed between the two
Detective Inspectors while the Sergeant sat beside DC Crawford, who drove
away.

   We had scarcely left my street before they started on me.  Sam Evans
fiddled with the belt on his trousers and then with the zip.  His cock
reared up, released from his clothes, as big and fierce looking as the guy
in my favourite photograph.  Despite everything and despite my fear, I felt
my own cock stiffen.  Deep inside me I had longed to see an adult erect
cock for real, and not just a photo, and in my nightly masturbation had
imagined handling, and even kissing one.  My head was gripped by a massive,
hairy paw, and forced down onto that fiery red prick.  These were
policemen! What was going on?  The cock-head was in my mouth, and the
pressure of the hand now on the back of my neck forced the knob further and
further towards the back of my mouth.  I gagged when it touched my throat.
Avram's cock had never gone as far down as that!  I was still hard, and I
wanted to touch my own cock as I sucked this man-sized prick, but I dared
not.

   Then I felt hands on my naked flesh, up under my shorts.

   'Hey!  The little rascal is hard.  I swear he's rock hard, Sam.  Now
that's a surprise.'

   'And a pleasant one, Rob.  Must be a natural.  Watch your teeth, boy. 
No teeth, just tongue and lips.  That's better, suck that cock and lick the
front of it.'

   The hand up inside my shorts was now grasping my cock.  The car drove on
through the early evening, and I guessed we were headed for the centre of
town.  I was in a daze.  how could policemen be doing this to me?  And now
Inspector Browne was pulling my shorts down: they would not go over my
trainers, so he pulled those off, and my shorts joined them on the floor. I
could feel two hands on my body now, feeling me all over, stroking and
squeezing.

   'Lovely body, Sam.  You picked a good one here, and gay too!  What a
lovely hard cock he's got.'

   Sam Evans groaned, and I swear I could feel his cock get even bigger in
the second before he came, filling my mouth with cum, thicker, silkier,
more copious than anything my friend Avram had given me when we played
together.  I was in a daze, frightened, but still terribly excited by all
this.

   He pulled his cock from my mouth, stuffed it away, still hard, and
zipped up again.  I was naked from the waist down, and Sam Evans now pulled
my shirt up over my head so I was completely naked.  'We'll need this for
evidence, boy.  See whether forensic can find your father's cum on it.'

   'He never touched me.'

   'That's good.  I like loyalty in a boy.  If you were mine, sonny, I'd
touch you all right, have you every bloody night!  You're too pretty to
resist!'

   'Bloody right, Sam, and for one, I'm not going to resist.'

   'Nor me!' That was the Sergeant who had been watching in the interior
mirror.

   'You see, Carl, we're not ordinary coppers.  Oh no!  When they wanted
four officers to man this unit they needed special skills, so they chose us
on the principle of "set a thief to catch a thief", poachers turned
gamekeepers.  We're all four of us paedophiles, sonny.  We all of us like
the little boys, though DC Crawford goes for little girls as well.  Makes
it easier for us to infiltrate their groups, and we're ace at spotting
under-age boys who are already having sex.  Like you, Carl.  we had you
spotted immediately we started watching your mum and dad.  There's a boy
who likes cock, I said, and I wasn't far wrong was I?  lovely hard, cock,
and nice little erect nipples.  You're a sexy lad aren't you?  And so is
your little friend: we want to talk to you about him!'

   I did not need to reply as the car had turned into a building and was
going down a tight spiral into an underground carpark.  There were a few
other cars there, but no people.  It smelled stuffy after the
air-conditioned car, the air warm and dry.  An electric motor hummed
somewhere.

   Sam Evans carried me, naked, under his strong arm, and DC Crawford
brought my clothes in a bundle.  The lift was carpeted, and I was dumped on
it as the doors closed and we went up and up and up.  Sam Evans held one of
my arms and DC Crawford the other.  The Inspector was running his fingers
through my hair and feeling the muscles in my arm, while the Constable had
his free hand on my bottom, squeezing and fondling me.

   .........................................................

   The lift stopped and opened immediately into a large room with several
desks and filing cabinets, computers everywhere.  The light was fierce and
white from round neon fixtures set into the ceiling.  It was an office of
some sort, carpeted and very tidy and clean, as if it was not used very
much, I thought.  In the centre of it was a long, low wooden bench in front
of which four office chairs, black leather and stainless steel.  I was sat
on the bench and three of the policemen sat in the chairs.  Inspector Rob
Elroy stood in front of me: I could see his cock bulging hard under the
black suiting just in front of my face, and wondered if I would be forced
to suck him off too.  He looked as if he would have a big one as well....

   But he stepped back and spoke to what was obviously a camera set in the
ceiling.

   'Preliminary interrogation of juvenile David Hapgood, October twelfth
2007, 21-06 hours.  She looks good, your mother, in her black lacey, satin
underwear doesn't she, Carl?'

   'No!  I mean I don't know....' The question was so gross, so aggressive,
so impossible that I could scarcely find an answer.

   'Look at me, boy, when I'm talking to you.' His voice was harsh, and I
looked up from the carpet meeting his eyes, screwed up and, I thought full
of violence and cunning, and, yes, lust.  'Feels good, too, when she gives
you those little good-night cuddles, eh?  Warm flesh, and tight shiny satin
over her arse?  Make your cock hard does it, when she does that?' My
speculation about the bully's penis had already made mine hard, and it
stood out embarassingly, telling them all that I was aroused.  But not, I
hoped they would think, not by the thought of my mother....

   'No.  She never!  I mean she....' What I wanted to say was she cuddled
me sometimes, but never in that way, never in her lingerie.

   He took a step towards me and held my chin in his fist, making me look
him in the eye.  'And I suppose she never had you put your cock into her
wet, warm pussy like the boy in the video.'

   'No sir....'

   He let go my face.  'Because you're gay aren't you, Carl.  Only want
cock, not pussy.  Dream about hard cock and tight male arses, not fleshy,
round girls' bums and firm, round tits.'

   'I think I'm gay, sir.'

   'Good.  We're beginning to get somewhere now!  When did you last see
your father naked?'

   'It was at the beach, in the summer, when he was changing, sir.'

   'And he looks good, does he?  Real tasty?  A boy's wet dream?  Look at
me, boy!  You've seen him with his cock hard?  He's had you handle it for
him, sucked you off like the rent boy in his car?  Lucky Dad to have a gay
son!'

   'No, sir, he never....'

   'Don't think you can bamboozle me, boy, pull the wool over my eyes. 
You're gay, he's into boys.  There was sex, must have been.'

   'Truly, sir.  I promise...'

   'Show him, DC Crawford.'

   THe youngest of cops got up from his chair, took the three steps over to
us, unzipped and took out his cock.  It was huge, longer than any of the
cocks in Avram's books, broader, and with a knob coming to a point like
some red spear.  He shook it inches from my nose, pulled my head into his
crotch, and I could smell urine where he had been careless pissing.

   'DC Crawford likes tight little holes.  Little girls' pussies, but most
of all little boys' arses.  We don't let him have many though, Carl,
because he's just too big, strong and violent.  He forgets he's fucking a
little boy and just tears into him, leaving a bloody mess.  Literally
bloody.  Says he likes to feel his cock sliding in the boy's hot blood. 
Ten minutes under that cock, and it's months in the hospital getting it
stitched up again.  You mess with me, boy, and I'll give you to him right
here, over this bench.  Now, when did your father first have sex with you?
How old were you?'

   I was petrified.  I had sometimes dreamed of a cock in my arse, like in
Avram's mag, but not like this, not this great red weapon tearing holes in
my anus.  'I'll tell you anything, sir, do anything.  But not that....'

   'So when was it?'

   'He never, sir, and I never thought of him that way either.'

   'Let's try another tack, then.  Who was the boy you seduced in the
video? His name, Carl?'

   I did not want to shop my friend, but I had no choice: either that or
terrible torture to my sensitive bottom.  'It's Avram Cohen, sir.  And the
film doesn't show it like it really was.  It was his idea, not mine.  If
there was any seducing it was me that was seduced.'

   'Maybe!  Bring the little boy in now.' The two men returned to their
chairs, leaving me sobbing on the bench, aware I had betrayed my best
friend.  A man in nurse-type uniform appeared momentarily at the door, and
Avram, seeing me ran over to the bench and hugged me.

   'Oh, Carl, I'm so sorry.  I had to tell them your name.  I had no
choice. They said they would have that one there do me in the bum and
split...'

   'It's all right, Avram.  I had to tell them yours, too.  It's not right
all this....policemen....'

   We were hugging each other for comfort, and I could see Avram, like me,
had been sobbing.

   For both of us it was the shame of betrayal an not the sexual
situation....

   ...................................................

   Sam Evans got up and was pacing up and down in front of us.

   'We believe you, Carl, but your father and mother are in deep trouble in
any case.  I reckon you will go from here straight into care tomorrow,
along with Avram and your brother, and your parents are certain to be
remanded in custody.' He paused.  'Unless....' He paused again.  'Unless...
There's something you two can do for us.'

   'Anything, sir'.  Both of us together.

   'Child Protection Unit is just our little paedophile joke.  In fact our
job is to collect the dirt on extremists like Mr and Mrs Hapgood, and Mr
Cohen, and shut them up.  The government has had it's fucking skinful of
these protests, pamphlets, marches, banners, and all that crap, and we are
part of the effort to silence it all.  They don't give a toss about
paedophiles, in fact, unless it can be used to stop this movement in its
tracks.  You can help us.' He was all smiles now, but Sam Evans was always
the "nice guy", leaving the others to be the "hard ones".

   'Please, sir.'

   DC Crawford here is going to make a few videos and put them in various
places on the internet.  Specialised porn sites.  But each one will have
some special coding hidden in it that will report back to this office
exactly who downloaded it.  Our computer data-base will then compare that
person (usually male but not always) with our list of known trouble makers,
and when it finds a match we descend on them, take away their computer and
get the proof of the crime.It will be a simple job then to shut them up,
drop their protests etc.  Get it?  We can silence them just like we'll
silence your Mum and Dad, but much easier.  It took an age to get those
videos.  This will be simple and can be done mostly from the Department
here and mostly by computer processing.  You and Avram will make one of the
films for us.  OK?

   'Yes, sir.' Both of us together!

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   A screen across the corner of the room opened with an electric motor,
and behind it was made to look like a teenager's bedroom.  Film poster of
Harry Potter stuck on the wall, two Man U flags and a full-length,
full-size photo of David Beckham in his tight, white Armani underpants,
bronzed, hairless, sexy, and with a lovely bulge.  It was a big bed, but
not quite a double.

   'We just want you two boys to do what you usually do together while I
film you.'

   It was nice to lay on the crisp topsheet and cuddle Avram.  and we soon
forgot about DC Crawford who was walking round the bed with his huge
camera, taking footage from every possible angle.  This was to be the last
time I ever saw Avram, but even now I can remember how beautiful the sex
was.

   'It'll be all right, Carl.  I know it will.'

   He Kissed me and in that instant I forgot our troubles as his tongue
entered my mouth.  We were hugging each other tight, and I could feel his
cock pressed against me, my own cock laying alongside it and pressed
against him.  His leg pushed between mine, and I closed my legs on it,
gripping hard: I felt my free leg gripped by his too, and I had my tongue
in his mouth.  His skin was silky and smooth as I stroked and caressed it,
and he was fondling me.

   As usual I let Avram take the lead in our love-making, and felt his lips
on my nipples, his tongue circling them and making them tingle.  I knew
they would be standing upright and hard for him.  He nibbled them and I
squeaked as it hurt a bit.  But was good, and I held his head in place, my
hands in his wiry hair.  Then he was lower down, licking round my navel,
and I knew in seconds he would be onto my cock: he always was.  We had made
love a dozen times by now and there was really no need to say anything:
each knew what the other liked, and what he liked doing to the other.  And
Avram liked sucking my cock: but first he always licked my balls, and I
felt the point of his tongue tickling me there.  I giggled.  In a moment or
two I would have his cock and balls too.  I always did!  A kiss on the tip
of my cock, and then the warmth of his mouth around it, and the pleasure of
my shaft slipping beteween his lips, deep into his mouth.

   'Me too, Avram.  I want your cock, too.'

   I had to pull my cock from his mouth to turn round on the bed, but no
sooner had I laid back beside him again than my shaft was in that warm
wetness again, his tongue fluttering up and down the front of it as we both
loved.

   I stroked his thighs, especially the soft, latino-tanned inside where
the skin was so silky and fine.  His balls were tight in their sack today:
I loved them best when they were like that, and I made the skin tighten
even more as I licked them while I held his cock.  Avram was cut, of
course, and because of him I have gone through life with a preference for
cut cocks.  I like all (or nearly all!) cocks, but the sight of a
circumcised knob always gets me to my knees to suck.  I held it gently and
stared at it, thinking how fine it was, standing so proud, so mysteriously
exciting.  A tiny drop of fluid appeared in the eye and I touched it with
my tongue, lifting the little tear-drop.  I am now so pleased I took a
moment to learn the contours of Avram's cock and his little balls, as I
could not have known at that moment that this was to be the last time I
ever saw him.

   'Come on, Carl!  You know what I want.. .' His mouth returned to its
pleasant task.

   I heard him groan with pleasure as I slowly slid his cock between my
lips and deep into my throat.  I held it with my lips round the base of it,
as far down as they would go, and fluttered my tongue up and down the front
and especially the half inch below his knob, where it is most sensitive. 
Immediately I felt Avram doing the same to me.  It is nice playing with a
boy when you have had enough sessions to know exactly what each other most
enjoy, and we had that confidence in each other.  There was no need to
talk...difficult in any case when doing a sixty nine!

   After a few minutes Avram rolled over on top of me, my cock still in his
mouth.  I liked this because I liked to feel his weight on me, and above
all I could have one hand on his smooth back, and the other on his silky
bottom, stroking and fondling while he fucked my mouth.  Because that is
what he was doing.  My cock rested still in his mouth while his hips moved
up and down, forcing his cock between my lips.  Then he allowed my cock to
slip from his mouth, and he was fucking me hard and fast.  I knew he would
soon come: usually he would forget to suck me when he got really excited,
and I did not mind at all because he always made up for it later.

   Not quite without warning, because I could feel his cock swell a moment
before, my mouth was filled with his cum, slippery and silky.  I sucked and
swallowed, and kept on sucking, because Avram was one of those boys whose
knob did not become sensitive, and who liked to be sucked until his last
oozings of come had been milked out.

   Now it would be my turn, and I expected Avram would treat me as he
usually did.  He liked me to sit on the edge of the bed, while he squatted
on the carpet, my legs over his shoulders and his face in my crotch.  I
would squeeze his head between my thighs while he sucked me and fondled my
balls.  I would soon come.

   But not this last time!

   'Carl.  I want you to fuck me in my bottom.'

   'Really?  That would be great, but won't it hurt?'

   'I want it!  And DC Crawford won't be too upset either I think.'

   I had forgotten the policeman walking round the bed with his camera,
looking for angles and close-ups as we played together.  I caught his eye,
and for the first time I saw him smile as he nodded his head.  He gestured
quickly towards the bedside table where I saw a bottle of baby-oil, more
than half-empty.  I knew immediately what he was saying wordlessly and
guessed he would have to edit Avram's words off the soundtrack.

   'How do you want it, on your back?'

   'I'll kneel, like the boy in my magazine.

   Our sex had always been oral so far and I had kissed most of his body:
mouth, cock and balls of course, and his nipples and even in his armpits,
but so far never his arsehole.  We knew about anal sex from Avram's gay
magazines, had even talked about it when in bed together, but until this
last night had not fucked.  He knelt on the bed, his head on the pillows,
and himself spread his buttocks for me.  They looked lovely, rounded,
tanned, and jutting out as he arched his back.  Even more beautiful, I
thought, was that mysterious and most secret place, his anus, darker than
his tanned mediterranean skin, tight-closed, with little radiating creases.
I knelt and on an impulse kissed it tenderly, holding onto his hips.  Avram
groaned, as he always did when he particularly liked a caress, so I
repeated it and went further, slipping the tip of my tongue into him and
feeling his muscles grip it a second.  I insist that I had never heard
about rimming before, and invented it anew all by myself: must be some deep
instinct I guess.  Anyway, he groaned again, and I was enjoying this new
caress so much it must have been several minutes before I remembered I was
going to have my first fuck!

   Avram it was who reminded me.  'That's lovely, Carl, but I want your
cock.  Now.  Please....'

   One of the magazines had a photostory of a man fucking a boy so knew
exactly what to do, and reached up for the bottle of baby-oil, slipping the
catch on the cap.  I dribbled a few drops into the crease of his bottom,
and spread it with my fingers, allowing the tip of my index finger to slide
in as far as the first joint.  I had not yet learned how to masturbate an
arsehole properly though, and it was enough for me just to feel his anal
sphincter contract and grip my finger: I thought how good it would be to
have that pressure on my cock.  there was enough oil on my fingers to make
the tip of my cock glisten.  I noticed our cameraman kneeling beside the
bed, his lens focused close-up on anus, balls and my cock.

   'Now.  please....'

   I was surprised how easily my cock slid into Avram, but then it was not
yet very broad I guess.

   I had a hand on each of his buttock-cheeks, and leaned down to kiss him
between his shoulder blades: he was salty after our sweaty sixty-nine, and
I licked him there.

   'Please....'

   So I fucked him, and decided that this was the greatest thing, better
even than being sucked off.  I could hear Avram making little squeaking
noises every time I thrust in, but was really in a world of my own.  I
reached under him with my right hand, and found his cock hard, gripped it,
and then started to wank him in rhythm with my thrusts.  His squeaks
changed to a succession of 'Oh, oh, oh oooh!' and at first I thought I
might be hurting him, but then my fist was full of his cum, and I knew I
had given him the greatest pleasure.  He had brought me to the very edge
sucking me, and now, knowing he had cum for me, I came inside him, several
great, deep thrusts delivering my load of spunk up into him.

   The camera recorded each thrust, each caress, each kiss, each slap on
his buttocks.

   We lay side-by-side after, just kissing lightly, and caressing
languidly, as we talked about our sex.  Avram admitted he had been fucked
before, but not saying by whom...later I was to discover, but that's
another story.  DC Crawford took a few closing shots of us, cocks limp,
soft and very boyish, before he left our alcove.  Almost immediately the
guy in white medical uniform came and took Avram away.  I never saw him
again....

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   In the night Sam Evans visited my bed.  I had a dream that I was laying
in the dark with a strong man's arms around me.  It was David Beckham, and
I could feel his cock, liberated now from his Armani undershorts, pressing
up against my young body.  I awoke with a start, and found I was indeed in
a man's arms, but he was not smooth like David, but rough and as hairy as a
grizzly bear.  However, he was just as muscular and his arms grasped me
tight: it was warm and comforting, even the feel of his cock against my
body.

   It was pitch dark, but I recognised Sam Evan's voice.

   'Shhh!  I won't harm you.  It's all right.'

   I cuddled up closer and could feel hairs on his shoulder under my palm
as I clutched him in the warmth of the bed.  He kissed my forehead, and
then his lips found mine in the darknness and our embrace had that extra
sensual dimension, mouths open and tongues inter-licking.

   'Are you going to fuck me, Mr Evans?'

   'Call me Sam, Carl.  I'd like to.  would you like that?'

   I had to think a moment or two.  I suspected it would hurt, but thought
about the boy in the magazine, and especially about Avram.  They had
enjoyed it, Avram enough to have cum while I was shagging him.  Probably
you had to learn to like it.  I wanted to learn, and wanted to have a cock
in me: I realised I always had wanted to be fucked, and now was the chance.

   'Try not to hurt me too much, Sam....'

   He kissed me in the dark, and then turned me over so I was on my belly,
a pillow under me, and one leg bent crooked.  I felt him oiling my bottom.'

   'Try to relax, Carl, and it may hurt for a bit.  But that will pass.'

   It did hurt, so much that I had to bite hard into the other pillow to
stop crying out.  I could hear Sam Evans murmuring how good it was, how
silky my body, how tight my bottom, and gradually the pain went.  Then it
was just boring, to be truthful, as he ploughed away at me, before he
finally came.

   'Now sleep, Carl.'

   I did not for a long time as I thought about the day and the culmination
for me a few minutes before.  I had not really enjoyed it, but I supposed
that was something you had to learn.  I knew men and boys could enjoy it,
and there was a pleasure in giving pleasure to another man as well. 
Finally I went off to sleep.

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   When I awoke Sam was not there, and the office beyond my fake bedroom
was still empty.  I knew where the toilet and bathroom were so I spent a
few miutes there, finishing with a quick shower.  My bottom was a bit sore,
but not terribly so.

   Sam was sitting on my bed drinking a coffee, and there was a tray with
more coffee, juice, and biscuits, on the side-table.

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   They kept me all day, and did not return my clothes to me.  To be
honest, it was rather good to be naked with these men around me, knowing I
was exciting them, seeing their trousers bulge, and yes, relieving them,
because all of them wanted me to suck them and swallow their cum.

   They showed me some of the other videos they had secretly made, mostly
of men with boys, sucking and fucking them.  I was really excited by the
films, but also by their hard cocks, and was sucked off myself several
times.  By mid-afternoon I was an old hand at oral sex, although still a
one-fuck novice at anal.

   DC Crawford changed that!  Late afternoon he arrived back at the office
holding a disk in the air, triumphant.  'Here it is boys, and it's a
cracker.' We grouped around a screen, standing, four men in their charcoal
suits and one naked little boy.  The film had been cut to twenty minutes,
and even I could see it was a good one.  I was hard again as the film
brought back the pleasures of the evening before.

   Andy Crawford accepted the praise of the other officers for a job well
done, and I was praised too for putting on a good show and clearly enjoying
it.  And then, 'We've been having our fun, Andy.  It's your turn now!  I'll
be back in an hour, and we'll return the boy home.'

   My cock was stiff after seeing Avram again on film, and it twitched when
I realised I would have that huge cock to play with for an hour.  As he
stripped, I remembered how terrifying it had been and the threat that it
would tear a new arsehole in me!  I now knew that had all been a bit of a
bluff and all these guys really wanted was the same as me, some fun with
another cock!  And DC Crawford's cock was really magnificent (in passing, I
have seen and sucked a lot of cocks but only one or two bigger than this
was).  The best thing about it, really, was that its circumcised head was
smaller than the width of the shaft, which made it easier to suck when he
had me kneel and take it in his mouth.  I kissed it, and then slipped it
between my lips, surprised that I could in fact take most of it before
gagging on it.  His hands held my head gently and I could feel him stroking
my hair.

   After a bit I said, 'It's nicer on the bed,' And he held my hand as we
walked over to the alcove-room.

   'You would not really have split me up with this would you?' I was still
holding his cock, unwilling to let go of the magnificent weapon.

   'No!  That was just to get you to do what Sam Evans wanted.  I'm a
gentle guy, in fact.'

   As if to show me how gentle he was, he kissed me, and his hands stroked
my body as softly as any bridegroom on his wedding night caressing his
virgin bride.  (OK his bride might be male now with the great change in the
law!)

   'If you fucked me would you remember to be gentle.  I mean, you would
not get carried away and forget, I mean, it's aweful big.' I was still
slowly masturbating it, feeling the hard steel under the soft, warm skin.

   'I'd be very gentle.'

   'I'd like you to try, please, but stop if I tell you, and then I'd suck
you off.  But I'd like to try it.'

   This was the first time I had asked a man to fuck me, which shows how
fast I had been growing up in the past day!  I knelt for him, and it was
not till the next week that I had my first sex laying on my back, which is
the position I found I like most and which I have favoured all my life.

   He used plenty of oil, and because his knob is small and pointed it
slipped into me almost painlessly, and as he pushed further in stretching
my anus gradually and gently I was so reaxed that there was almost no
discomfort.  After a moment or two I was amazed to hear him say he was
completely in me, and I could actually feel his hairy thighs against my
bottom so I knew it was true.  I wished I could reach for my cock to jerk
it, but feared I would fall down if I raised one arm from the bed where I
was kneeling.  I felt him pull out, a lovely sensation, and then slowly
push home again.

   'OK, Carl?'

   'Lovely!  Don't stop!'

   So he fucked me, slowly at first but gradually increasing the speed of
his stabbing thrusts as he found I could take it.  I could feel his hands
all over my back and bottom and was proud that these men found me so sexy,
pleased I had kept myself lithe and fit.  I still could not jerk my cock,
but something was happening inside me to excite it, and I felt close to
cumming.  And so was he, as I heard him talking to himself, or perhaps me,
with a succession of endearments mixed up with groans and oaths, and
finally a triumphant 'Yes!  Yeeeees' as he came and my arse accepted his
load of spunk.

   'You didn't come?'

   'Nearly, but no, I didn't.  It was nice.'

   'so will this be!'

   The big, strong guy knelt on the bed in front of the teenage boy, took
that small cock in his mouth, and sucked it off, swallowing my cum, though
after all his colleagues had been draining me there probably was not much
left.  Enough for him to lick his lips afterwards, though...



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   The table had been laid for dinner, one place short of usual I noticed.
Mother asked whether Mr Evans would stay for a meal, but he refused
politely.  'You'll need a place for Carl, though.  We've finished with him
for the time being, and your boy has been very helpful to us, Mrs Hapgood.'

   'I'm glad about that, Mr Evans.' My mother was being as nice and polite
as she knew how, but even I could see how phony it was.  Niceness did not
come naturally to her.

   'And so you should be, Mrs Hapgood.  The boy has been so very
cooperative that The Department is minded not to prosecute you or Mr
Hapgood.'

   'Thank God!' That was my Dad.

   'No, thank Carl.  There are some conditions though....

   '???'

   First, no more politics.  Tear up your Party cards, and no more
meetings, committees, speeches, pamphlets,letters to newspapers,e-mails,
placards, marches demos.  No more of any of that.  Got it?  Get rid of all
those radical friends.  Drop them all.  Got it?'

   Mum and Dad looked glum, but both said they would.

   'We'll keep the evidence and it will be all ready to go to the Director
of Public Prosecutions if there is the slightest hint of political
activism, of any sort.'

   'Second, indulge this boy a bit.  You ignore him too much, and I want
him to be happy and positive.  He can still be useful to us, and will be
spending a day or two each month at The Department assisting us.'

   I smiled, with a good idea of how I would be helping them...with my
mouth and bottom mostly I supposed.  Something to look forward to!

   Sam Evans was still talking.  'What you too get up to will be of no
further interest to us as long as this futile opposition to the Government
stops.  However, be a bit more discrete.  In a suburban front garden and a
public car-park....well, I ask you!  You have a nice house, and no doubt a
lovely comfortable double bed.  Use it!  Now, far be it from me to be a
marriage counsellor but it does occur to me that you two have a lot in
common.  You both like young boys.  Very sensible!  Why not share them
together?  The family that lays together stays together if you get my
drift. That's up to you of course, but a pretty boy or better still a
couple of boys to entertain you both together might be the best, don't you
think?'

   Mum and Dad caught each other's eye, I saw, anddid not look so glum now.
David, my little brother, was wide-eyed.  I wondered how much he understood
of what was going on.

   Sam Evans had finished and left us, a very different family than he had
found the day before!

   Dad put Sky News on and there was nearly no conversation over dinner. 
After the meal, my parents disappeared upstairs, and I guessed they had a
lot to talk about.

   David was sitting on the sofa, his legs stretched open in front of him.
I thought they looked good, tanned, smooth and slender.  As he slouched his
shorts had been pulled tight up into his crotch making a nice little bulge.
I was surprised I had not noticed before how sexy he was.

   'That was you with that other boy in that film yesterday, wasn't it,
Carl?'

   I nodded.

   'What was it like?  I mean, was it good?'

   I looked at him.  My cock stiffened as I thought to myself "Why not? 
He's good-looking and he's always available...." 'Come up to my room, and
I'll tell you about it.  And then I'll show you a film I've got on my
laptop.' I picked up the laptop case.

   'You said you'd beat me up if you ever found me in your room.'

   'That's another of the things that's going to have to change.....'

   Perhaps I would stay at home looking after David this summer.  Set a
tent up in the garden and do a bit of camping together.  What happened in
the next half hour would help me decide......

  
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