Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such behavior to seek help immediately. Title: AGZ Short: Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III (SciFi, gay themed) Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/17 Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is (CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so if you find errors you believe impact the story's readability, please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with open arms. This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu... ......................... In public, Cameron Seymour Riley III was the perfect young man. He was the son of Cameron Quincy Riley Jr., an incredibly wealthy millionaire. He was known to be extremely intelligent (a genius IQ), having worked for several years in the computer industry (though know one really knew doing what) and breezing through his high-school studies. He was generous, donating large amounts of his own money to a variety of charities and spending several hours each weekend at the local soup kitchen or wandering the halls of the elderly center. He was hansom at 5'10, 130lbs, with short black hair, bright blue eyes, and a perfectly white dazzling smile. His creamy unblemished skin and warm personality captured the hearts of many but, despite quite a few girls throwing themselves at him, he remained unattached and modest. An excellent varsity first-basemen, Cameron spoke several languages, played several instruments, and generally excelled at everything he attempted. The one thing Cameron didn't have was friends, preferring to keep everyone at arms length and avoiding becoming to close to any of his peers. Despite this, he was well known and well liked around the local community but kept out of the national spotlight thanks to the vigilant efforts of his father's company. In private, Cameron was cold, calculating, and emotionally divorced from rest of humanity. Were he interviewed by a psychologist, he might be designated a sociopath without the violent tendencies. Growing up, he knew he was different from other people - that he wasn't happy or sad or empathetic to their plights. By age ten, the boy genius decided that he like his objectivity and lack of complex moral hang-ups. He also realized that he disliked his parents immensely, both of them caring little for him and leaving him to his own devices. Setting himself up to blend into the society with which he couldn't relate, he began to act the part expected of him. He loved computers and pursued expertise in that field, but also tackled sports, languages, and music. He also read about humanity and the human condition constantly. Soon, he seemed to break out of his shell and became the happy and wonderful boy everyone thought he was. All the while, he kept learning and studying and adapting his mask so that he would never allow anyone to know his true self. Cameron's life changed radically when he was fourteen. Knowing that knowledge was power and anxious to hold some power over his father in order to gain his own independence, he hacked his way into the man's personal and business computers kept in his private study. Copying his father's hard drives and making it look like they had never been breached, he spent weeks going over the files voraciously. He discovered several things. First, his father was an incredibly crooked businessman. Emails and documents and personal notes led Cameron through complex business ventures that, were they discovered by the public, would put his father and most of his father's associates away for the rest of their lives. It took time for the young prodigy to understand what he was reading and even more time to cross-reference what he was learning with the various regulatory and legal requirements, but in the end, Cameron had a well-grounded understanding of his fathers business. In short, his father and his father's associates were criminals who made much of their money illegally. Second, his father was being blackmailed by one of his former business associates: Mr. Harold Blackmoon. Mr. Blackmoon, who had some information regarding a massive regulatory infraction that would cost his father hundreds of millions of dollars, retired from the business and was now comfortably extorting several million dollars a year from his former employer. Cameron, somewhat miffed that he was not the first to hold something over his father, decided to take action in order to eliminate this potential competitor. Over the course of several weeks, he slowly hacked into Mr. Blackmoon's personal computers and implanted a variety of spyware. Mr. Blackmoon, though a very competent computer engineer himself, had nothing on the talented Cameron and his own digital security systems were no match for the dedicated youngster. As the data rolled in, Cameron found himself surprised at what he found. Mr. Blackmoon was a raging pedophile and one of the leaders of a very large international pedophile ring. Moreover, Mr. Blackmoon, who had used his own personal fortune to massively renovate Emerson elementary school, Washington middle school, and Grant-Thorton high school only a couple of months earlier (Cameron went to a local private academy and was not very familiar with the local public schools), installed throughout the schools (thanks to a general contractor and several subcontractors who were generously paid in ample kiddy-porn) hundreds of cameras and audio recording devices. According to the communications between Mr. Blackmoon and his associates, once they were able to install several of their own as teachers and administrators within the schools (a plan that was going to start developing within the next year or so), they would begin to use their spy network to identify easy targets and groom those children to be sex toys. It was hoped that, within time, they would have dozens of boys and girls within their clutches who would form the basis for an American brothel that Mr. Blackmoon and his friends would control. Highly desired on the international market, pimped out American children were the most lucrative child sex slaves and Mr. Blackmoon figured they would be worth millions. Upon learning all of this, Cameron came to two conclusions. First, there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was hard to comprehend. After days and days of thinking it over, he eventually realized that he felt... perturbed... by Mr. Blackmoon's plans. It wasn't so much that he cared about the children (he kept telling himself), it was that he believed he was in a position to stop Mr. Blackmoon from accomplishing his goals and there was some amorphous feeling of civic duty or perhaps communal responsibility or maybe even (and he fervently hoped not) a moral obligation to do so. That final thought made Cameron, who was unused too and had no interest in morality, shudder with disgust. The second conclusion Cameron reached was that involving others in one's sexual escapades was incredibly arousing. Specifically, those escapades involving other males; especially young males. At fourteen, Cameron had been masturbating for almost three years. However, at no point during that time did the thought of another person cross his mind; his sole focus on his own physical pleasure. As such, he never watched pornography or lusted after classmates or anything of the sort. As he sorted through Mr. Blackmoon's data, he encountered hundreds of videos and thousands of pictures of girls, from late teenagers to infants, engaged in all sorts of depraved sexual acts. In fact, many of them featured a poor girl with Mr. Blackmoon himself! Finding little interest, he saved that data into well-encrypted units in order to utilize them for blackmail should the need arrive. It wasn't until he found a folder entitled "Other" that his curiosity was peaked. Entering it, he was shocked by what he found. As it turned out, Mr. Blackmoon, who for the most part thoroughly enjoyed young girls, once in a while preferred to focus on young boys. The file, only containing a few videos and several pictures, showed a wide range of boys performing a wide range of sexual acts upon themselves and each other. Much to Cameron's shock, he became instantly hard. Over the next few days, Cameron found himself masturbating many times over those sordid images. At one point, he wondered to himself why he felt responsibility to the children in the local school system but none whatsoever to the boys in these erotic images. Then it dawned on him. There was nothing he could do for these children and thus felt no sense of obligation toward them, greatly relieving the poor boy who thought he was starting to grow a conscience. Yes, it was inconvenient that he felt the need to protect the boys and girls in his community from Mr. Blackmoon's plans, but that desire should be seen for what it was; a temporary outlier. So, for the next two months, Cameron waited, watched, and planned. He discovered a great deal about Mr. Blackmoon during that time. Specifically, Mr. Blackmoon, who was incredibly paranoid, kept all of his pornography on his home computers. Additionally, the man kept all of his blackmail material on those computers as well, with one glaring caveat. All of his blackmail data was also kept on a remote server that required him to access it online and input a highly complex code. If he failed to do so every seven days, the server would begin transmitting that data to a set group of contacts, including federal agencies, news sources, and competitors of his father's business. This, according to several emails between Mr. Blackmoon and his father, was the insurance policy that Cameron's father would not take drastic measures to eliminate him as a threat. Cameron, after painstakingly sorting through all of Mr. Blackmoon's data and having already broken into the remote server (though that task was rather hard as it was Mr. Blackmoon's most complex security system), concluded that this was the only insurance policy Mr. Blackmoon kept. Eventually, Cameron set his plan into motion. Late one evening, Mr. Blackmoon came home to discover that his side gate was slightly ajar. Living far from his neighbors (by design), he was surprised when he found a cute fourteen-year-old in his backyard frantically beating his meat. After surprising the boy, who fearfully begged him not to turn him in or (god forbid) call his parents, Mr. Blackmoon was shocked when the boy volunteered to blow him in exchange for his silence. Thinking this was a wonderful idea and prepared to blackmail the boy into future sexual encounters, he agreed. Before he could go inside, however, the boy, naked from the waste down and wearing only a long sleeve shirt, approached him and, dropping to his knees, began to lower his pants. Once they were down around his knees and the boy began to stroke his rapidly engorging prick, Mr. Blackmoon, who was excited about the idea of getting a blowjob outside, closed his eyes and prepared to feel the boy's soft lips around the head of his manhood. Instead, he felt a sharp sting on the inside of his thigh. Before he could react, the boy jumped backward and out of his reach. Cursing the kid and deciding he would simply rape the boy (though he might have to kill him afterward, or sell him to some of his associates who would transport him out of the country and make him into a sex slave somewhere in eastern Europe), Mr. Blackmoon pulled his pants up and began to approach Cameron. He never made it. Cameron, who had used a hypodermic needle stolen from his parent's comprehensive first aid supply and having filed it with a complex mixture he had carefully brewed using material he had slowly appropriated from his school's very impressive chemistry lab, had injected Mr. Blackmoon right in the femoral artery. After looking up this very deadly mixture online, Cameron was unsurprised when Mr. Blackmoon, after taking two steps, suddenly keeled over dead. Pleased that all went as planned, Cameron immediately used the large knife he had brought with him to stab Mr. Blackmoon dozens of times, careful not to get blood on himself and determined to make a complete mess. Over the next several hours, Cameron carefully attended to the house. He injected every computer with a very complex and powerful virus that wiped all of the memories and scrambled all of their data so completely, no one, not even him, would be able to access them (of course, he also hacked into the remote server Mr. Blackmoon used and deleted everything there as well and transferred all control over the video/audio system in the schools to his own computer network). Then, taking one of Mr. Blackmoon's golf clubs, he preceded to destroy all the electronics, glasswear, pictures, and generally anything breakable. Next, he spray painted across the front door the word "PERVERT" and dumped dozens of high quality pictures all around Mr. Blackmoon's body; each and every one of them showing the man clearly engaged in sexual relationships with young girls. Finally (and unexpectedly), he found two containers of gasoline stashed away in the garage and, after dumping them throughout the home, lit the house on fire. As Cameron rode away on his bicycle, he was satisfied that everything had gone perfectly. And it had. The police, after seeing the mutilated dead man surrounded by pictures clearly showing him raping little girls, didn't try all that hard to solve the case. The fire had destroyed quite a bit of the home, but the "PERVERT" was still visible on the front door and the shattered remains of broken everything were easy to spot throughout the house. The police captain, the coroner, and the DA concluded that this was a crime of revenge. Someone jumped Mr. Blackmoon behind his home, stabbed him repeatedly until he was dead, destroyed most of the house, and then set the place on fire. Within the week, the newspaper announced that there were no leads and the case was going to remain opened but not investigated. Cameron, having hacked into the DA's email, was satisfied when the DA ordered the Captain to unofficially close the case as "the sicko got what he deserved." Glad to know that all the reading he'd done on police procedure had been worth it, Cameron then turned his attention to other matters. Namely, his father (who had looked absolutely miserable for the past six days - no doubt worrying that he was about to be exposed), the pedophile ring, and the cameras and listening devices that swarmed the schools. Regarding the cameras and audio system, Cameron didn't find them incredibly useful. Sure, he could see every place within the schools themselves, but that wasn't all that useful. He did enjoy watching the boys in the shower occasionally. He also got a bit of a thrill watching the boys urinate and defecate (thanks to the hidden cameras right in the urinals and toilets). But other than those instances, he largely ignored this new omnipresence within the local schools. The pedophile ring was another matter. Having taken over Mr. Blackmoon's accounts, he increased the security considerably and, once satisfied, contacted the group. After informing them that Mr. Blackmoon was dead and the plans to use the schools were not going to work (as Blackmoon was the one who would get all the teachers and administrators replaced over the next few years, a now impossible task), he politely informed them that he was amiable to continue relations with them though he was the one who killed Mr. Blackmoon. He also demonstrated, by revealing some personal information about some of the leaders, that he had already broken through their own security systems and, if they were willing to give him more kiddy porn, he'd be happy to point out their security flaws so they could be fixed. He was content, he informed them, to remain a silent partner to their group so long as they send him the occasional picture or video. The other leaders, realizing that this mysterious person had them by the balls, decided it was in their best interest to appease him and Cameron soon found his modest collection of boysex videos and pictures growing by leaps and bounds. Dealing with his father was incredibly easy. He simply walked into the man's den one evening, handed him a folder, and then sat down in a chair to wait for his father's response. As the man looked over the contents, the incredibly damning evidence Mr. Blackmoon was keeping of his past business transgressions, Cameron's father began to sweat. How had his son gotten all of this stuff? Clearing his throat to ask, Cameron beat him to it. "Father. I know all about your past business dealings and that, should this information make its way into the wrong hands, you will go to prison for the rest of your life." Getting up, he walked over to his visibly shaking father and, bending over to the man's ear, whispered "I also took care of your problem with Mr. Blackmoon. He, and more specifically, his hidden server, will not be bothering you ever again". Seeing his father let out a breath of release, Cameron straightened back up, walked back to his seat, and sat down like he owned the place. In a very real way, he thought, he did. "Additionally, I want you to know that I am taking over the arraignment you previously had with your former associate. All of it. You'll have my foreign bank account information in your email tomorrow morning. Should anything happen to me, I also have a server that will make your life very uncomfortable. Do you understand what I'm saying?" His father, grasping his new reality and incredibly afraid of the young man sitting in front of him, was definitely not going to call his bluff. He simply shook his head, signifying acceptance of the new terms. "Excellent" his son replied evenly. "Additionally, I no longer recognize you as having any authority over me (Cameron had never actually recognized his father's authority but thought it prudent to make this point clear) and, when I tell you to do something on my behalf, you will do it, understand?" Again, his father agreed nonverbally. "Also in your inbox tomorrow will be a letter removing me from St. Michaels academy and an enrollment form for Grant-Thorton high school. Send it in." And with that, Cameron got up and left. His father was perplexed by the last order but, realizing he was only being kept out of prison by the goodwill of his son, decided not to ask. Cameron, having grown somewhat attached to the public schools thanks to his bird's eye view, decided he wanted to try to live a little in that chaotic mess of humanity. St. Michaels was incredibly too stuffy for his taste. As he began to climb the staircase towards his wing of the mansion, Cameron began to wonder which video he would watch this evening; the kid with the anal beads or the three twelve-year-olds molesting the seven year old. Content, the fourteen-year-old decided to watch both.