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

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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...

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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.