Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Troy and The Derrenfields, Chapter 1 by Pederos (nosex, mast) My heart fucking jumped when I heard that rap on the door. I went pale because when I hear that, I get to thinking it's my probation officer coming over to make sure I've complied with all the terms of my sex offender registry, and it reminds me of the day the police came to my door, found a shitload of child porn on my laptop, and arrested me there on the spot after a pretty humiliating interrogation. I couldn't hide anything---I had well over 300 images and videos of little kids in sexually suggestive solo poses, hardcore sexual situations with adults and other kids, and hidden camera videos of kids taking baths/showers or being molested by babysitters, etc., etc. Thank heaven none of my neighbors were outside when they lead me away to their cop car and to the country jail to await my court date. I was pale and sick to my stomach. It was fucking surreal, a living, breathing, gut-wrenching nightmare. I was put in a cell with this scary-looking druggie dude with dreadlocks and bloodshot eyes, and I made up a false charge when he and the other inmates asked me what I was in for. I told them it was domestic assault, and they, thankfully, believed me. One of the public defenders told me to keep my mouth shut about it until my real attorney came to talk to me. My mother was surprisingly supportive, though angry with me about the offense and the fact she had to cough up the obscene attorney and court fees. It was THE most humiliating year of my entire life. I was sentenced to a year and a half probation and 25 years on the state sex offender registry, and I hadn't even touched a fucking real child. Un-fucking-real.... A YEAR AND A HALF LATER My sentence was done, but I was still, in a sense, a prisoner, unable to walk around town without wondering who would recognize me from my sad mugshot. I was also unable to leave the state without asking for permission from the sheriff's department. I thought my life was pretty well over. But something absolutely fucking amazing happened only a few days after my release from probation, and I thought it was a sick joke by someone to get me to re-offend and say goodbye to my "freedom". But, it was as real as real could be. I still cannot believe my luck! One rather bleak afternoon as I sat on my dull off-white living room couch, drowning my sorrows in a 12-oz. bottle of brewsky, lamenting my continued unemployment and depression, I got a letter from this lady named Diana Derrinfield, who sounded rather hoity-toity and high-falutin' with her command of proper English grammar, and in spite of her rather high self-opinion, it turned out to be a letter from the heavens above!! This bitch is a BILLIONAIRESS! Ms. Derrinfield needed a BABYSITTER. A FUCKING BABYSITTER. Yeah, she wanted ME, a convicted sex offender and pedophile, to babysit her kids. This had to be a set-up for sure. This could NOT be happening. The letter read, "Dear Mr. Sandberg, Good day to you. I have been made aware of your legal situation through the news media and social media websites, and am aware of the charges which forced you to be included on the sex offender registry. It is my estimation that these charges, as well as the excessive and immoral sentence placed upon you, are outrageous and undeserved." Hmmm....I thought...but I read on: "I find the vilification of sincere pedophilic orientation to be rather absurd, and I did not sense that you are, in any wise, a man who would bring harm to children. You were merely curious to view and revel in visual depictions of children in a state of nature, unclothed and unhindered by Puritanical expectations of 'decency' and 'normalcy', and I find such a perspective to be indicative not of a 'monster' or 'pervert', but of a young man who knows what he desires and is unashamed of those desires." This was getting weird and sounded far too good to be true. I mean, this lady made it sound like she actually approved of pedophilia and child porn. Continuing on, she wrote, "In actuality, I find your virtuous desire for young children to be quite exhilirating! You did no actual wrong by indulging in the ethical consumption of child pornography and erotica, at least not in my personal opinion. Having said this, allow me to get right to the point of this correspondence." I folded the letter and sat staring at the window in utter shock, astonishment, and continuing suspicion. My mind was overloaded, fearful. This could not possibly end well. This lady sounded far too clever to be believable. As my parents always said, "If it's too good to be true, than it probably is." Going on, she wrote, "I have some very high connections in the police department and local government, connections who will do whatever I want them to do so as to continue their high-paying, prestigious careers, and I possess the power, furthermore, to keep certain of these people silent so their personal transgressions and private depravities are kept out of public scrutiny. Basically, Troy....I need a babysitter for my two beautiful children, a son and a daughter. My charity and philanthropy efforts are becoming increasingly in demand, and I am willing to pay you quite handsomely for your time. All law enforcement and government interference in your life will be handled very rapidly, and you will be kept safe from arrest and prosecution. I need a young man who will watch my angels, make sure they are fed, bathed, and occupied with enjoyable activities while I am away. They have been taught well in the ways of the world, not to mention the "birds and the bees" of human sexuality. They understand sex in all of its complexities, and are wishing for a good man to introduce them to actual intercourse. I think you would make a fitting sexual-loving companion for them, and perhaps even their close friends! Please write back so we may keep our communication as discrete as possible. Thank you, and I hope to welcome you into our little family! Dianna Derrinfield P.S.: Please understand this is NOT an attempt at entrapment. I am a firm believer in pedosexual rights, and will keep your relationship with my children absolutely private. No knowledge of this will leave the Derrinfield house in any way, shape, or form. I will, furthermore, assist you in moving in as a permanent resident. Please correspond back ASAP." Holding the still-open letter, I sat unable to think straight, petrified with shock. I thought of the terror of having a whole bunch of fucking cops storm in, guns drawn, neighbors watching, awaiting my trial, conviction, and long prison sentence, wanting to kill myself to avoid the ultimate humiliation. I wanted to write back and say, "OH, FUCK YEAH!!!", but the thought of all these things kept me back. This couldn't POSSIBLY be true. Not even remotely. It was late, so I went to bed and crashed like a boulder falling from a great height and hitting the ground below. My eyes were heavy, but my heart still beat nervously. The sun shone through my blinds, and I awoke with the letter still in my hand. It would seem my subconscious wanted me to respond to it, and I did recall a dream where a cop fondled a little boy who had sat on his lap, and the cop leered at me and said, "You think this is sexy? You fucking disgusting fuck!" That dream was a great help in increasing my motivation...yeah, right. I remembered bits and pieces, like the fact the boy's shirt was opened and the cop had a nasty hard-on, and that his hand was inside the boy's shorts making circular and pulling motions. It was very arousing, but scary because it made me feel evil. I fired up the coffeemaker and got ready for another boring day without work. Fuck, I couldn't even find work at a TEMP AGENCY, for fuck's sake. But, I shrugged it off, poured myself a cup, and sat down on the couch, contemplating the letter and how it seemed to be begging me to write back. God, it sounded so amazing, babysitting two spoiled rich brats AND, presumably, getting to bang them silly. For 10 hours, it was all I could think about. I must have told myself a trillion times to just fucking take a chance and do it, but my "doubt meter" still registered pretty high. Goddamnit!! I also thought of prison and the possibility of being gang-beaten, shanked, stomped, and killed while the sympathetic guards turned the other way and let it happen. There were moments I really wanted to be beaten to death so this pedophilc desire would be put to sleep once and for all. I thought it would be better to die than to merely exist lonely and unable to socialize, lest I be found out and shunned. But when 8 PM rolled around, I just simply couldn't take any more suspense. I HAD to take the chance, fate be fucked! I wanted little kid flesh, BADLY. I wanted to shoot my wad into or onto a beautiful child like the grown-ups in the offending videos did. I could not get myself to love adult women after seeing so many cum-inducing kiddy porn clips and photo sets. I HAD to have a REAL child to fuck and make romance with. I just fucking HAD to. I had the desire so bad I thought prison would be worth it. So, the desire finally made it from my head to my fist, and the correspondence began. If I was pulled unwillingly onto the set of "To Catch A Predator", so be it. I began my letter, "Dr. Ms. Derrenfield, I am, understandably, suspicious right now, but my urges are uncontrollable. I want sex with children in the worst possible way, and I am willing to put myself at risk in order to obtain it. I can only assume your invitation is genuine, so I accept your invitation. I will take great care of your little ones and treat them like my own children---that I vow. I dearly hope this is real and true. I will take care of them for you any time you wish, and they will recieve unconditional love, an attentive ear, and deep affection, and I swear to you I will not hurt them during lovemaking. I vow to respect their right to say "yes" or "no" to anything sexual in nature, and if I ever make the mistake of forcing them against their will to have sex with me, you can personally rid me from the face of the earth and claim self-defense in court. I look forward to meeting you and the children. Sincerely, Troy" Folded, sealed, and stamped, the letter was ready for its perilous journey to the Derrenfield Estate. I was feeling perilous myself, wondering whether it would be intercepted by the Post Office, then given to the cops, then shown to my parents and the public. Ohhh, maaaaan....this was sooo dangerous. But, my burning, blazing desire to see a couple of cute kids butt-naked and hungry for cock overrode any other consequence or consideration. My hard-on was raging and pulsing at the idea of this being fucking reality!!! So, naturally, I had to run back to bed and whack off furiously, and I did just that, with extremely messy results. I ejaculated so hard my perineum hurt. The blast was so dramatic I got droplets of it on my FACE and on the WALL BEHIND ME!!!! That orgasm was ten million times better than any I had ever experienced watching even the most well-made LEGAL porn!! The purple shirt I had on was utterly ruined by the three or four sticky eruptions that shot from my seminal glands. One of the best orgasms I had ever achieved!!!! I fell asleep instantly, not waking up until 11 the next morning. TWO DAYS LATER Thumbing through the latest Hanna Andersson catalog (they make adorable clothing, and it's modeled by gorgeous children!), I tried my hardest to get this whole weird situation out of my head for a while so I could build up enough orgasmic tension to fantasize about banging one of these lovely models doggy-style and blast off into the condom I was wearing! There were so many delectable little girls and boys in there that I could have stored up more than enough "fantasy fodder" for a whole month! From tiny 3 year-olds up to 11-12 year-olds, that months' catalog had the cream of the crop of pedophilic daydreams!!! After about an hour and a half of going through several models and deciding on which one I'd jerk off to, I got on my knees on a soft towel, stuck my upward-curved hard-on between the couch's two cushions, and went to fucking town!! The lubrication of the condom, along with the tight squeeze of the space between the cushions, provided an experience so realistic that I, as usual, shot my load after about 10 minutes of beautiful agony!! Oh maaaan....very satisfying!!! I reclined on the very soft armrest and set my iPhone alarm for an hour so I could relax for a while. All of my muscles spasmed until my whole body felt weightless. My whole mind and body felt a tranquility that only an explosive "pedo-rgasm" could produce. I was in BLISS! Aaaaaaahhhhh..... I was awakened by "Psychosocial" by Slipknot (my alarm clock ringtone!) and shot up to a sitting position faster than I ever had!! Time to check the mail!! My heartbeat was audible to my ears, and I could even SEE it when I lifted my wrinkled shirt!!! Never....NEVER had I felt a more tense---and INtense---sense of anticipation and thrill as when I hurtled out the door, ran down the staircase, and sprinted to my mailbox!!! Did she answer back?!!! Is this the moment I've been dreaming of?!!! But I said to myself, 'STOP! It might not be there, Troy! CAAAALM......DOOOOOWN.' I attempted to take deep breaths, but it was to no avail. I tried to prevent myself from opening the box because I knew, I just KNEW, it wouldn't be there. It would be all junk mail, as usual. I successfully gave in to my will-power and turned back to go inside again. As I got to the first step, something inside me screamed, 'GO BACK!' I had heard this voice only one time before---the first time I ever downloaded kiddy porn. The voice said, "DO IT!" Obviously, there are many points during each day I dearly regretted listening. This voice was NOT going to be ignored. I violently flicked off the imaginary angel telling me not to open that box. The "devil" on my other shoulder won this time, so around I spun and sprinted even faster back to the cluster of mailboxes. My hand trembled and quaked tremendously, so much I dropped my keys TWICE. Ohhhhh.....my.......GOD.......the key finally seemed to insert itself, and at the flick of a wrist, there it was.....right on top of all the rest of the parcels.....another letter addressed to Troy Sandberg from Ms. Dianna Derrenfield!!!!!!!!! I didn't even give one fuck about the rest of the mail---I'd get back to it later. All I cared about was finding out what was inside the pink, sparkle-dusted envelope!!! I couldn't have run back to my unit fast enough!!!! Closing and locking the door behind me, I plopped down on the couch once more, ripping the end of the envelope off with wild abandon!!! But a letter wasn't actually the FIRST thing I saw inside. No, it was a CHECK....FOR $5,000!!!!! WHAT....THE....ACTUAL....FUCK!!!!??? Laying it aside, I took out the three-page letter and began reading: "Dear Mr. Sandberg, Thank you for writing back! I am overwhelmed with joy at your response!! The children are very excited, as well, to know you will be a part of your lives!! I have personally contacted Sheriff Riddle and have paid him, well, a rather handsome bribe to turn a blind eye to your status on the registry, as well as to the "services" you will be providing. As I mentioned in my previous correspondence, I am aware of the "skeletons in the closet" of many police and government officials, including three deputies who were revealed to have watched child pornography on their office computers. There is also a fair number of local officials and important people in, well, "compromising positions"---namely, adultery, prostitution, and sex with underage girls and boys, and these people will keep their mouths shut or face exposure. They, too, have recieved hush money and will NOT interfere in this arrangement. I want you to be assured you will NOT be visited or arrested by ANYONE You have my word, and my word carries CONSIDERABLE weight in this city. I will arrange to have a limosuine pick you up and driven to my home tomorrow at 2 PM sharp. Please bring several changes of clothes, toiletries, and whatever else you wish to bring with you, and I will contact movers to help you move out. I will, in addition, contact your landlord and arrange everything. You need worry about NOTHING, Troy. Everything will be handled for you, no questions asked. I am beyond thrilled to have you move in with us, and my lovely children eagerly await your arrival!! You will be introduced, shown around, and given complete run of the house! Please be ready to go at 2 PM tomorrow. Sincerely, Dianna Derrenfield" My old life, everything I was until that day, was about to end. My dream life was about to begin! I was so fucking aroused at getting to pork two little rich brats, who I'm sure were gorgeous, that I ended up whacking off at least three more times, letting go an explosive torrent of sperm that stained nearly everything. But I didn't give a shit---I got the best sleep I've had in months! END OF CHAPTER ONE Chapter Two cumming!!!