*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* story codes: (bb, tb, mb, oral, anal) style: contemporary "We're trash you and me. We're the litter on the breeze. We're the lovers on the street. Just trash, me and you. It's in everything we do." - S TRUTH, BEAUTY & JUSTICE by DEBONAIR CHAPTER 1. Jack Sullivan stepped out of the unmarked sedan and lit up a cigarette in the mist. He was in the thick of it, the red light district. With the marquees flashing, the white lights gleaming in the night. This was the Life and he was part of it. At thirty-five, he already knew everything required to survive in this circus. How to subdue your emotions. Overlook the petty crimes to catch the big fish. All around him, the stink of the city. The filth. The massage parlours. The porno theatres. Old men trying to lure children into the alleys for quick anonymous sex. As much as he tried to be shocked, it was too late for him. He was beyond all of it. The stress, alcohol and nicotine had taken its toll on his health. But he tried to keep in shape, maintaining a good mass of muscles. On his badly shaven mug, the scars told of his ruggedness. All the female officers loved his dark cynical charisma and those mysterious black eyes. He cut through the traffic, fishing out his badge in the pocket of his long grey raincoat. The hookers, lined-up on the sidewalk, whistled at him: "Wanna try me copper?!". The words didn't ring in his head. It was something his brain didn't have time to register, like elevator music. The sign atop the porno video store said "Adult videos". Jack knew he could find more than what was advertised. Ever since he had been assigned to the pedo patrol five years ago, he had visited the place regularly. "Not you again Jack!" the balding man behind the counter frowned, as he walked briskly inside the fine establishment. "You know me Bill.. can't get enough of your ugly face!" The stocky storeowner fidgeted. He recognized the look in the cold eyes of the policeman. He surely wasn't there to make a collar, but he wasn't there to chitchat either. "How can I help you, man? Wanna browse through one of our products? and and please don't scare off the customers.. you hear me, buddy?" "Word out is you got some goods?" "I don't know what you're talking about. I swear!" "Hand it over Bill." Jack demanded sternly. "Don't make me jump over that counter and trash everything like the last time.. is that what you want??" "No no.. that's okay, man.. you're killing me! It's only business." the storeowner ranted. "There ya go.." he sighed, reaching under a shelf to pick up the goods. "That's a good boy!" the agent sneered. He grabbed the cardboard box of videotapes and vanished hurriedly outside the store. There was no point in arresting him. He was only a pawn in a big chess game. Only trying to make ends meet with a little extra special. He would be out the next day anyway. Rain had started pouring, washing the streets of its thick blanket of perversion. Jack Sullivan headed home, calling it a night. His mind floated in an ocean of numbness. The purpose of his life escaping him with every passing moment. He recalled the harsh words of the chief's morning sermon. How he was suppose to change his looks to do a better undercover job. That his appearance was a dead giveaway. That the city's officials were looking for a big catch to hype up the upcoming election and he was the man to do it. The car drove itself, almost as if it had a mind of its own. From the outside, the apartment building looked like any of a hundred similarly sedate buildings. Jack called it his home. The big bachelor on the third floor was his sanctuary. It didn't really exist. Nowhere in the records of the city, nor the police databases did it say that a vice cop was living there. Amidst the piles of reports, Jack found his old comfy armchair and peered in the box. There were only two originals and twelve copies of each. He fed the first tape in the vcr. Many naked children, pre-teen boys and girls frolicked in the sun, on a beach, somewhere. He recognized the nudist video that many peds craved and ejected it right away for its lack of illegal content. The next tape was more interesting. It was called 'Boys in heat'. The image jumped a few seconds and settled on a room with closed curtains. On the edge of a bed, three young boys eyed the camera lens bashfully. From the sporty clothes and expensive Nikes the kids were wearing, Jack concluded the video was fairly recent. None of them appeared older than eleven. Their pink cheeks and bubbly eyes indicating they weren't professional kiddie stars. More likely, naive middle class brats, with a knack for getting into trouble. The cameraman whispered softly to them but he couldn't comprehend. The lads giggled loudly, repeating the phrases. Dirty words. "Suck my dick!" the first one peeped. A black skinny kid. "Cum in my mouth..." the second one murmured sensuously, before breaking into a wide grin. His fingers carelessly pushing his healthy long brown hair away from his eyes then finding their way to his sucking mouth. "I wanna be FUCKED in the ass HARD!" the last one exclaimed, laughing out loud from his mature statement. Obviously the youngest one, his short blond hair, betraying Scandinavian origins. After a few minutes of this exercise, the roll call was ordered. Jack grabbed a notepad, taking down a description of the kids for the slight possibility they could be traced. The black kid rose. "My name is Rodney and I am ten-years-old." The tall brown haired kid continued. "My name is Kevin and I am eleven-years-old." Finally, the small blond boy stood up. "My name is Stephen and I am six-years-old." The next scene was out of focus, as the camera tried to capture all of the boys while they were shucking their clothes off. Small socks and t-shirts flew across the room while the boisterous children giggled, baring their smooth chests and slender legs. The youngest one joining his two friends last on the mattress, clad in colored bikinis briefs. The object of the game at hand was to steal the opponents' undies and the pack of young males wrestled wholeheartedly for the goal, screaming and laughing, bouncing all over the springy platform. Jack couldn't help but smile at the playfulness of the three musketeers. Their high-pitched boyish cries filling his hardened soul. For a while, the kids groped each other, sometimes revealing a butt cheek or a hairless testicle. Until the older two formed an alliance and grasped each a tiny leg of Stephen. The little kid watched in awe as his last piece of clothes slid along his legs maintained firmly in the air. His tiny rosebud was exposed to the world, his hairless package dangling between his thighs. The other two boys obediently removed their underpants and the trio swam buck naked in the tangled sheets of the bed. The eldest, being the bravest fondled his partners' genitals to start the show. Soon, all three kids were rubbing their privates openly, their faces alive with growing arousal. The brown haired boy, more adventurous, proceeded to caress the youngest's very smooth and firm little ass. As his fingers found their way to the bottom of his crack, the little imp spread his legs out further. Kevin reached with his fingertips down and tickled the back of the cute ballsac. The tiny boy lifted his hips and arched his back to give him more reach and he took advantage, suckling his balls from behind him. Kevin moved his mouth to his fanny and just made playful nibbles over the round sides and even at the middle. Stephen seemed totally relaxed. The older boy began licking the crack lightly up and down but he must have grazed the youngster's bum hole for he stuck his ass straight up in the air, deciding he liked that. Meanwhile, the black kid had positioned himself in front of the six-year-old's face and the kid devoured his dark meat, swallowing every few inches Rodney could feed him. Jack breathed heavily, hitting the pause button to release his straining hard-on from his blue jeans. The action resumed on the tv screen. He wanked slowly his engorged manhood, staring at the three hot buddies. For the next minutes, the brown-haired eleven-year-old ate the little kid's ass out, while his black pal was getting a wet blowjob. The camera zoomed its voyeuristic eye on the tongue of the eleven- year-old lapping up the pink puckered skin of the kid's tiny asshole. Catching every second as it penetrated the tight opening. The soundtrack of luscious 'OOOOSss' and 'AHHHHs' resonated from the speakers as the children rejoiced in sexual bliss, exploring the limits of their immature pleasure. Stephen's small tongue flicked wickedly on the shiny brown knob of Rodney's hard pecker. The tiny boy's face conveying his dual effort of servicing the black boy's dick and enjoying the oral probe in his anus. The eldest pulled out his tongue of the youngest's ass and slid himself between his legs to feast ravenously on his two-inch erection. His baby hands jacking his own boycock as he sucked with determination. The erotic trio traded partners until all boys had sampled a different hairless erection. Kevin reached on the floor and picked up a group of five dildoes. Each kid selected one, mostly the smaller ones designed for boysex and carefully inserted it in their tight little butt. The last inch of the hard plastic sex toys protruded from their anuses. They regrouped, and continued sucking their pricklets with renewed hunger. Jack jerked his massive eight-inch cock, watching closely all the details of the hot scene. Rodney grabbed a double-headed snake dildo and aimed it at the youngest's candyass. He removed the little one already lodged there and proceeded to insert the new one. The fat head of the instrument stretched the tiny orifice. Stephen squirmed and wailed as the huge diameter passed his sphincter. Kevin serviced his tiny erection in front. Suddenly, the little boy yelped in the throes of a fantastic pre-teen climax. Jack's cock spurted a rope of discharge far in the air, hearing the delicious sounds of the six-year-old's jolts of ecstasy. He cleaned himself off, fast forwarding the tape to the end. The last scene showed a boy's face being flooded with rich cum and then the credits appeared. He took note of all the names, they were fake for sure. Finally, the distributor's logo flashed on the tv set. He had seen it many times before. A single red star with four branches. The words 'Tremor Street' written under it. The movie continued, displaying the young models of other films available. Movies with subtle titles like: 'The very anal education of Timmy', 'Lusty lads' and 'Backdoor Brothers'. Some he had busted before, some he was sure to confiscate soon. His pager beeped and he crawled nonchalantly towards the phone to call the headquarters. A female voice answered 'Hello' softly. "Yeah, this is Jack Sullivan, what's up Tina?" he asked, recognizing the black woman doing the nightshift. "We got something here for you." "Uh uh." Jack responded impatiently, disappointed he could not finish watching the rest of the movie. "They picked up this kid, twelve-years-old, soliciting johns on Welsh avenue. He won't say a word. Thought it might interest you?" "Just call the social services. You beeped me just for that?" Jack replied wryly. "There's something fishy about him!" she defended herself. The doctor who did the exam said he's got a size ten poop chute, if you know what I mean..." she sighed heavily on the line, discouraged by the turn of the conversation. For once, she wished the guy would care for these unwanted runts. Perhaps, go a little further than the protocol and save one. "Listen dear, I'm not a babysitter. I catch the bad guys." "But Jack..." she cajoled him. "Good night Tina. I have work to do." "Okay." the woman resigned herself. "One last thing, there's a tattoo of some kind of red star on his ankle. Isn't that weird?" "I'll be right there." Jack muttered. -=- The station was buzzing with agitation, especially at eleven o'clock. The hookers and small time crooks were handcuffed to their chairs, shouting for attention. It was a chaotic ambiance Jack despised. He strolled immediately to the interrogation room, shutting the door behind him. The young culprit sitting on the other side of the formica table was very thin and small for a kid on the verge of puberty. He was quite a looker, even though his head was shaved, except for a long crop of blond hair cascading down his forehead. "Hey," Jack said, disturbing the quiet stance of the kid who was tugging on the laces of his dirty sneakers. "I betcha there's other pigs watching me behind that mirror..." the boy blurted out. "You're not Al Capone." Jack smiled. He lit up a Winston and scanned the sullen lad. Just a lanky little man with a baby face and unmuscular arms protruding from his tank top. He was wearing navy blue shorts, one size too small, accentuating his long bare legs. His most stunning feature was big blue eyes. He noticed the small things: the faint freckles, remnants of childhood. The silver earring, the scab on his chin and the thin leather bracelets wrapped around his wrist, next to a casio watch. "They tell me the only thing you said was that yer name is Ziggy. Is that right kid?" Jack inquired softly. The boy nodded, remaining silent and salivating from the smell of the smoke of the cigarette. Jack brushed the bruise on his cheek, enjoying the sweet feel of the soft skin. "Seems like they tried very hard to get you to talk uh? Let's get down to business.." the policeman declared, taking a seat in front of the lad. He unloaded the usual questions: "Who's your folks?", "Where do you live?", "What's your full name?" etc... but to no avail. The boy yawned, resting his jaw on top of the table. Jack groaned, drawing a line in the kid's file. "Do you have any piece of identification? An ID, NRA membership card, whatever?" "Nope." For a whole minute, the child sulked, testing his adversary. "Ok. Empty your pockets." the man barked. The kid remained still, like a statue. "Don't make us frisk you! I assure you, Tina does a thorough search. She'll have those long fingernails up your bum in no time!" With that convincing argument, the youngster turned his pockets inside out, displaying his meagre possessions; 1.15$ in coins, two condoms, a switchblade and a yellowed picture of the Virgin Mary. "Oh! A choirboy?!" Jack exclaimed. "Fuck you." the kid retorted dimly. "Let's cut the crap." Jack howled, suddenly irate. "I don't give a flying fuck about what you do. If you wanna get your diner out of a garbage dumpster and sleep in a cardboard box, I don't care! You probably ran away from home cuz' your daddy was mean and you think sucking off geezers is a better way of living, FINE! All I'm interested in, is the tattoo on yer ankle? What's the deal? Talk to me!" The boy gawked silently at the tall man, utterly petrified by the sudden outburst. "Hello?" Jack waived his hand in front of the kid's nose. "Why a red star? Why not a fucking skull? What's the meaning? Tell me about it and you're free to go, just like that..." he spoke sternly, snapping his fingers. "I dunno." the boy shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you better fucking recall." Ziggy glared at the man. "I wish to maintain my right to silence." "Who told you to say that? Kids don't talk like that." Jack raised his eyebrows. "Tell you what. Stay here for a couple of hours and think about it." The ruthless interviewer exited the small room and locked the door. "Don't let anybody open that door." he shouted to Tina. Before leaving, he turned the thermostat to the maximum. -=- When he returned to the station, the street boy was hollering to be let out, smashing his fists in the two-way mirror. Jack entered the sauna and sat. "Wo! It stinks in here! Smells like chicken sweat!" he remarked. "Are you a little hot under the collar?" "FUCK YOU!" The policeman deposited his coffee mug calmly and scanned the sweaty child again. He had removed all his clothes except for a skimpy purple bikini, hugging his midsection. The raw sexuality emanating from the young hunk made him nervous. He could discern the contours of the boy's lump. A slender tube over two beefy balls and that small ass, so shapely and sexy. His dick twitched in his trousers. Yet, guilt made his soul shudder. Nobody knew he taken the job out of revenge. Revenge on the kinda people who had robbed his cherry when he was eight-years-old. The images of that ordeal burst in his head almost daily. The sound of a window breaking, the coarse laughter, the strong hands disrobing him. After five years in the gutters of the city, running after perverts, he found himself strangely aroused by the kids he was working to protect. His brain strained to steady the balance between good and evil. The half-naked form of the young boy made his cock hard. He imagined cows being slaughtered, hoping to repress his excitement. It was imperative that nobody found out, that the number one ped cop was himself a chicken lover. "Listen Ziggy," he said. "You're a smart guy. Just relax. I won't pressure you. Let's just talk a little about Turner Street..." "TREMOR Street!" the boy responded, his voice cracking, upon realizing he had fallen for the ole trick. "Right on! Gimme something I can work with? Anything?" "I can't say. They're gonna find out I talked to you!" Ziggy bawled, wiping his forehead. "They? Gimme a name? Just one fucking name." "We always call him Mister M. Morris I think. Mr. Morris!" "Okay. Get dressed and scram." The passive boy smiled, unaware that the cop had planned to follow his every move from then on. CHAPTER 2. The shadows made strange silhouettes on the walls of Adam's room as the rain poured, shining like silver tears in the glow of the moon. In the corner, the clock ticked midnight. He couldn't sleep and it was a school night! Damn! He was gonna be a mess in class again he thought. The ten year-old zombie of fifth grade... His hand slid carelessly on his stomach, lower and lower slipping under the elastic of his pyjamas and grabbing his hairless package. The smooth skin tingled and blood rushed to his small organ. What the hell, there was still time! His fingers traced the shaft rising under the covers, moving up to the covered tip and going down to the boiling ball sack. Then he let go. He liked to feel it get hard down there, on its own. All he had to do was think of the stuff he did with Ziggy and it stiffened, harder and harder, until he had a little piece of steel in his pj pants. Just as he was about to grab his pricklet again and jerk it frantically, a knock on the window glass rattled his nerves. *CLANK* He raced to the window, his heart pounding. The beautiful face of Ziggy shimmered outside, waiting for him to invite him in. After making sure his mom was snoring and the door was closed, he opened the window to let his wet friend in. It really came down hard. The boy's clothes were drenched entirely. "Be more quiet the next time!" Adam scolded him. "My mom will hear!" "You look like a geek in yer Jurassic Park outfit..." Ziggy frowned, avoiding the subject. The whole thing was something they had to do to meet, ever since Adam's mom had forbidden him to play with Ziggy. He didn't know why? He thought Ziggy was cool. She had said she didn't like to see him hang out with a boy of twelve, a problem child like she called him. But Adam knew she despised his strange looks. Mostly his earring. That was the reason. Adam cherished Ziggy's friendship, when he was around. The kid often disappeared from the surface of the earth. When he'd pop back, he would say he had been on a spy mission. Ziggy was his best friend. He always showed him neat stuff and didn't treat him like a little kid. "I can leave you know?" the older boy inquired, shivering, his bare feet in a puddle of rain. "Noo.. c'mon let's do it.. I'm getting sleepy." Adam giggled. In a flash, he removed his nylon pyjamas on the floor and had all the time to watch his friend undress. He couldn't keep his eyes off the tall lean body. Slowly, Ziggy got rid of his tank top and his shorts fell to the ground. He removed his sexy underwear and stood naked in the moon glow. Adam was stiff as a board as soon as Ziggy's heavy boydick flung free. Even though the lad was almost into puberty, his crotch still didn't show a hair. But his circumcised cock and balls were huge on his narrow frame, like they had grown before the rest of him. In awe on the edge of the bed, Adam blushed from his unashamed admiration of the boy's body and Ziggy smiled back wickedly. The tall lad knelt on the floor and swiftly parted his small buddy's knees to gain access at his rigid cocklet. His lips engulfed one of his balls then the other. While he swirled his tongue on the small nuts, Adam moaned quietly, trying hard not to make any noise. He in return, caressed the stubbles on the boy's scalp as he nibbled his testicles mercilessly. Ziggy's tongue licked up the kid's shaft and tickled the underside of his pink glans. "Uhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Adam moaned with his squeaky voice. His foreskin retracted completely as he gained full hardness. Ziggy swallowed his ten year-old dink with ravenous hunger. He bobbed his head right away, sucking the life out of the tired body. The youngster relished the thin lips. There was something totally naughty about a boy taking his penis in his mouth, while his mom was asleep in the next room. He watched his little meat get suctioned by the warm wet cavity, feeling the waves of his bliss get wilder and wilder. After a while, he stretched on the mattress for their usual sixty- nine. Ziggy climbed on top of him, his big balls dangling just above his nose, his long limp pole on his chin. Adam spread the boy's white buns apart to look at his brown pucker. A little steam emerged from his hole because of the cold air invading the room through the gap of the window. He giggled and kissed the tiny orifice. Ziggy's penis stirred. This was one of his favourite thing. Adam kissed his asshole again and began darting his tongue at it. As Ziggy continued blowing his small dick, Adam licked his behind. The anus he licked was on fire compared to the firm frozen buttocks. The older male pushed his ass back, urging his little partner to insert more of his slippery tongue inside him. Meanwhile, he had raised his friend's small bottom off the bed and was travelling towards it with his oral probe. Adam's body trembled with pleasure when he reached his tender boy hole. For the next minutes, they ate their asses out. And it was as good as the first time they did it. Ziggy alternated with a finger and his tongue inside the puckered fuckhole. Then two fingers lodged to the knuckle in the tight rear end. Adam almost exploded. Thank god his wails of ecstasy were muffled between his friend's asscheeks. Ziggy's cock had lengthened to five inches, pointing straight ahead, parallel to his belly. Adam gripped it in his little fist and brought it to his mouth. The older boy smiled between his legs as the kid suckled the head of his pecker. He breathed heavily. For what seemed like forever Adam sucked on the musky prick like a baby would on a bottle. The little boy's lips devoured the straining boner as if they were created for that task. At times, drinking down the flow of pre-cum juice oozing out of his piss slit constantly. Sensing time flying by, Ziggy dove down between his little pal's legs to gobble furiously his short dink. Without any trouble, he slurped on the entire piece of excited flesh, feeling the childish body under him tense-up with sexual thrills. "Uhuh huhhh uHHHH!" Adam squeaked, raising his round butt off the mattress and digging his heels in the mattress. The pre-pubescent sex grew even harder, begging for the flick of the tongue that would send it over the edge. It glistened in the night, covered with saliva. Adam watched it, getting in and out of the familiar mouth and suddenly it twitched incredibly. His immature body jerked all about, getting jolted with the amazing intensity of his baby orgasm. Ziggy let the boy purr a while and straddled his taut belly. The cute mug of the kid had an aura of joy and innocence. It made his cock rock-hard, a canon aimed at a target. After Adam had caught most of his breath, he placed the pillow under his neck. The little boy opened his mouth knowingly, readying himself for the great face-fuck he was about to receive. Ziggy invaded the warm entrance, grabbing what he could of the short brown hair to steady himself over the kid's face. Slowly, he pushed his prick further, groaning and forcing Adam to deepthroat him. The child gagged but didn't complain taking the long sausage down his passage. The swollen balls bumped his chin and he realized he had all of it. Swaying his hips, the older boy let his cock slip in and out of the sweet little mouth. Adam's tiny hands on his butt iniated the tempo. He began grinding his crotch faster on the face of his younger pal, looking at his penis disappear in the slimy hole. Adam's red lips stretched around the base of his shaft. Faster and faster, he fucked in earnest, pulling on the boy's hair to shove his erection farther inside his head. For five consecutive minutes, he fucked the kid's face then let him relax a little. Just rubbing his slick prong on the boy's perky nose was enough to keep him totally sexed-up. The clock ticked one-o'clock. Ziggy buried his prick in the kid's mouth again, prepared to achieve what he had came for. His cock slipped easily in and out of the hungry willing mouth. Adam managed to smile, eating the five-inch pole. The twelve-year-old bucked his hips vigorously, imagining his cream gun exploding all over the lad's mug. How he wish he could have more to produce, to really drown the little imp in buckets of sperm sauce, to see him gasp for air as he unloaded white jism all over. His body spasmed uncontrollably and he let Adam nibble on the tip of his bloated cock. The little pink tongue danced around it and he came, yelping like a dog. A furious jet of sperm splashed the back of the ten-year-old's throat, then another. The climax wracked Ziggy's body as he stared at the kid gulping down his wad. He swallowed the bulk of the delicious fluid and yawned. "You wanna play at the tracks tomorrow?" Adam peeped. "Yeah sure...I plan on sleeping there tonight. I'm on the run!" the older boy cheered putting his clothes back on lazily. Adam admired him again, disappointed they didn't do it in the butt tonight like he loved. He knew he squealed too much..and his mother would have heard. The twelve-year-old little punk slipped out the window and Adam sighed heavily in his bed. He fell asleep like a rock, a glob of semen at the corner of his lips. -=- The policeman was surprised when the twelve-year-old boy entered through the window of the house. Thirty seconds of freedom and already making a burglary? He quickly dialled the headquarters from his cell phone to get the scoop on the people who lived at that address. "Typical American family. One mom, divorced, one kid, ten-years-old. No records." the voice at the other end had said. Silently, Jack crept to get a peek inside. Doing stakeout work was not his cup of tea and his heart skipped a few beats. Behind the glass, he peered at Ziggy removing his clothes in front of another naked younger boy. The acts he witnessed were vivid. He had seen them plenty of times on film but never performed by two boys of flesh and blood. His mind spun as the two imps licked their asses and sucked their immature hard-ons a few feet from him. Hidden behind a bush, he released his aching cock from his pants and masturbated, observing the two horny rascals 69ing. When the older boy spent himself in the mouth of his pal, he dashed back to his undercover car. Catching his breath, the policeman looked intently at his face in the rear-view mirror. The strident ring of the cell phone awoke him abruptly from his trance. "Sullivan." he snapped, crushing the receiver to his ear. "It would be wiser to stop chasing after the boy..." the cold voice of a man spoke. "Who's this?" Jack quizzed the interlocutor. But the question remained unanswered as the click of the man hanging up echoed on his eardrum. He noticed the twelve-year-old scampering away from the house and followed him, keeping a good distance between him and his old Ford LTD. The child trudged into a deserted park and Jack stepped out of his vehicle to hunt the fugitive on foot. The unlit field provided many spots for any kid to hide, but he located him easily, stretched on a bench. "You're not gonna sleep here." he confronted Ziggy. "You AGAIN. LEAVE me alone!" "It's gonna pour tonight and get very cold." Jack sermoned the child. He lit up a cigarette and handed it to him as a gesture of sincerity. "Do you know many killers we arrested here?" "SO?" Ziggy retorted defiantly, rolling his eyes in their sockets. "So you're gonna go home with me." "Do you want to fuck me? I saw how you were looking at me back there at the station." the pre-teen said, wiggling his behind and sucking in an exaggerated manner on the cancer stick. "You wish." the man reacted with a disgusted frown. "Get your ass in the car and everything is gonna be cool..." The little boy bowed his head in front of the authority figure, trying to convince himself it was okay for a rebel to go astray sometimes from a life of adventure. In the end, he knew he wouldn't have the choice. He accompanied the adult. -=- Jack was slightly surprised when the abused boy took all his clothes off unabashfully to slip under the bed sheets. He avoided the bedroom for a while, browsing in the fridge to wash away the images of the sexy youth from his mind. The old apartment was not meant to greet visitors. He didn't even own a couch and would have to share his bed with the young angel. Not an ideal situation for his sanity. Taking his time to brush his teeth, he decided to get nude also. The kid was testing him. He surely wasn't gonna let him win a silly game of intimidation. You can't beat an old pro. Nonetheless, he strolled back nervously to his bedroom and leaned on the doorframe, mesmerized spontaneously by the tableau unfolding on the mattress. The smooth youngster had discarded the sheets and was resting on his belly, his slender legs spread, exposing his perfect little butt. Jack stared at the wicked eyes gleaming through a curtain of golden hair. He stayed calm even though his long prick was slowly rising. He waited silently, his eyes fixed to the inviting brown hole. The lad was the authority now. With his sly grin across his face and his godlike body. "You think you're funny?" Jack said. "Fuck me, please!" the little boy laughed, wiggling his behind. Jack feared he would kill the kid with his eight-inch monster. His paranoid mind imagined all kinds of evil schemes the boy was pulling on him to get him fired. Still, the urge to leap on the mattress and fill the kid's ass with hot spunk persisted. He grabbed the jar of vaseline from a drawer and quickly shoved a greased finger up the youngster's ass to see how he would react. Like a wild animal, Ziggy smothered his face on the pillow. "Do it! Put your COCK in my butt!" he cried, as if he was a drug addict denied of a long needed fix. "That's what you wanted all along? Tell me for real..." Jack whispered, climbing on the back of the little male. "Yesss yessss" Ziggy whimpered. The dilated hole covered with vaseline offered very little resistance to the large organ. Jack thrust his bloated knob passed the anal muscle and groaned the rest of the way. It was like nothing he had dreamed of. The gooey warmness surrounded his throbbing penis like a glove. The young boy stiffened and moaned under him, his guts filled with the steely fuckpole. Gripping his hips, Jack slowly pulled out and shoved in his entire cock, fucking the willing boy sideways. Ziggy purred while he possessed his body. From time to time, he peeked at his enormous rod disappear inside the kid's bubble butt. The bedsprings creaked. He cranked up the rhythm, using more powerful strokes to sodomize his young partner, biting his soft neck like Dracula. The lad's ass was made for fucking. It was useless to restrain himself. The more the rascal opened himself, the harder he pounded into him. The boy's wails filled the room. "Oh yeaahahah YES! HARDER!!!" Ziggy screamed. Frantically they rolled on the bed for the twelve-year-old to straddle the pleasure stick. He impaled himself deeply on the prong and raised his asshole along the thick shaft. Jack grunted watching the youngster ride his erection with increasing fervour. He was slamming his little bottom hard on his crotch, taking all of the rigid maleness up his chute. His flailing peter inflated gradually. After a few seconds it was hard as a nail and he masturbated fiercely. His contorted face shone while he pleasured himself with his hand. The high-pitched cries escaping Ziggy's lips grew like a crescendo. His knees were aching as he slammed himself on the long pole. He could feel the canopy of tingles run from his extended anus to the tip of his engorged boydick. Ultimate bliss accentuated by the constant rubbing on his prostate. Begging to the heavens he chanted "OHHHHH UHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH", his body convulsing with the electric bursts of orgasm. The man strained himself to hold on, feeling the kid's anus tightening on his shaft with each jolt of his climax. He wrapped his arms around his hairless chest and slammed into his ass. The young boy's thin ejaculate spraying everywhere as he fucked furiously. Ziggy trashed on the man, gasping for air, royally buggered. The big arms flipped him on his back. Jack climbed between his legs, burying his monster prick deep inside him. He whined endlessly while the tower of hard flesh plowed and plowed again. The adult's heavy testicles spanked his buns loudly. It was the most intense fuck of his life. The man's hands were crushing his ankles, his powerful fuckstrokes rattled his little body. And he loved it all. "Uhhhhh! FUCK MY ASS! YESS! FUCK MY ASS!" Torrents of man cream exploded inside in his bowels. Jack tugged on his prick, glimpsing at the discoloured boy hole slowly closing to its original state. Time and time again, his large penis quaked, squirting its boiling load on the child. The abundant spill splashed in the kid's face and on his heaving chest. Ziggy could feel the hot cum on his body. Drooling from his sore anus, oozing from his nose. The weight of Jack's guilt squashed his soul as the thrills of forbidden pleasure faded from his mind. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, with Ziggy resting his head on his hairy torso, he fondled the lower back of the pre-teen, thinking of his actions. As if owed something to the lost boy. "Tell me your real name." he murmured. "I don't have one.." Ziggy mumbled sincerely. "I wanna help you. Tell me who you're running away from...Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore..." "Don't let them catch me Jack." -=- The refreshing breeze of a morning wind caressed the naked skin of the cuddling couple. Jack assessed the time on his wristwatch. Already noon. He shook the boy from his sleep and urged him to get dressed. Surely, his absence had been noticed at the station. "You can go play with your friend, but I wanna see you at 6 o'clock sharp in Dave's deli." he instructed. Throwing a twenty dollar bill at the kid, he commanded him to go eat lunch and stay out of trouble for the afternoon while he worked. The naked boy caught Jack by surprise when he jumped on him, scissoring his legs around his waist. He almost lost his balance. "What are you doing?" "Nuthin'" Ziggy purred. As if in a dream, the child kissed him on the mouth. His whole body trembled from the display of affection. He returned the loving embrace, kissing the lad sincerely. Tasting his sweet lips. Pushing the old sedan to the limit he rushed to the headquarters. Every friday, it was customary to visit the computer crime squad. The big sequestered room alive with millions of lights never failed to remind him of his lack of knowledge for modern gizmos. Stan the man was the best cop on the net. He approached him quietly. "Hey" the young male cheered. "Did ya hear about the law? Yup the W.A.C.P. managed to lobby enough that it has gone through..." Jack's teeth cringed upon hearing the women's organization's name. They had done it again. Toughening laws against pedophiles. Pushing them deeper underground where he could not dream of arresting them. "I tell ya man, I lost all the creeps I was corresponding with." Stan declared. "Even the Kiev ring is high tech." he continued, summoning a screenful of numbers and symbols. "Look at that! That my friend is the best encryption on the planet as we speak. You probably need forty passwords to crack it open. It's fucking beautiful!" Jack squinted his eyes. The mess of data completely alien to his down to earth notions. "Anything on the net about Tremor Island." he demanded. "Yup. We intercepted some unusually large files from well-known chicken hawks. Video excerpts. The Interpol traced back everything and arrested twenty guys in Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Frankfurt etc... Turned out they were taken from Tremor Island videos. The group was trading videotapes actively. They drilled everybody but the only thing they found out was that the master shipment arrived in Helsinki by boat. But there's no records, that ship never existed.." "Can you show me how to work this?" the old policeman requested. "Yep. Don't get hooked man.." -=- Jack rubbed his eyes. The young genius had taught him the basics about searching in the maze of the information superhighway. At no time, did he encounter anything remotely interesting about the mysterious kiddie porn producers nor their underage stars. Some pictures in the newsgroups. Little boys with erection with the red star logo on various parts of their bodies. Pointless requests for trading from men with alleged immense collections of Tremor Island movies. Scanning the time again, he jumped from his seat. The afternoon had been fruitless and he longed to meet up with his young friend. Climbing the avenue, the images of a large smoked meat sandwich danced in his mind. There was a parking ticket in the windshield of his car. Not much to care about. As he unlocked the door, the voice of a man stopped him. "Sir! Mr. Morris is waiting for you." Jack turned his head to see the darkly dressed fellow coming towards him. "Mr. Morris has something important to propose. I'm sure you will be interested...." the stranger suggested, removing a black glove. He thrust his arm straight at him and Jack caught an eyeful of the tattoo in the palm of the unwelcomed visitor's hand. The colour had faded but the outline of the crimson star was clearly discernable. He followed discreetly the eerie apparition to a black limo across the street and crawled into it. What happened after had him feeling dizzy. The limo raced to a private airport where he was transported by plane to another coastal airport. From there, he took an helicopter over the ocean onto a small paradise island. He was showed to his room and told that Mr. Morris would dare introduce himself the next morning. As he slumbered, thoughts swirled in his head. He knew they were not gonna kill him. Or he'd be already dead. With that comforting idea, he dozed off. CHAPTER 3. The sun stung his eyes when he roused from sleep. He squeezed his jaw feeling the prickly hairs of his overnight beard. His blurry eyes caught sight of a young asian boy sitting silently in a comfy chair watching him. The kid of about ten, was wearing a tight blue Speedo. On his lap lay, a couple of towels and a shaving attire. Jack recognized right away the familiar star tattooed on the child's shoulder blade. "Hi Mister." the asian youngster squeaked. "Good morning." the man answered, slightly overwhelmed by the adventure he had gotten into. "I have the stuff for your shower. Do you want me to help you?" the small boy demanded. "No. Get out! Leave me alone." Jack ordered, waving his hand. After a relaxing cleansing, the policeman was determined to discover the truth. He cursed under his breath. Somebody was going to pay. He would arrest all the scumbags. Nobody had stolen his badge and gun, much to his surprise. Grinding his teeth, he lurched out the door. The scene in front of his eyes startled him. An endless beach stretched from far west to far east and dozens of young boys in brightly colored speedos played loudly on the white sand. Some swimming in the morning tide, others kicking a soccer ball and some just idly polishing their tan on a towel. The kids were of all ages, as young as five, up to mature teenagers of seventeen. "Welcome to Tremor Island!" an old man shouted generously. "I'm Allister Morris and this is what you wanted to see for a long time!" the grey-haired geezer exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. Jack surveyed the visitor. His flashy hawaiian clothes didn't fit the sage aura of dignity associated with sixty-year-old men. He looked more like a tourist. The wrinkles on his face betrayed the weight of time and an obvious beer belly hung from over his belt. "WHY am I HERE?" the cop asked bluntly, dampening the man's joy. "We'll have time to discuss later. I want to show you my house for now Mr. Sullivan. Hope you slept well." -=- The two men entered a big mansion, strolling slowly. All the time a young boy tagged along, like a puppy dog, studying every move the old man made. Jack drooled as he visited the spacious rooms. A cigar lounge with marble columns, an interior pool, a large library in the victorian style and dozens of bedroom lushly decorated. "You see Jack, can I call you Jack? This place is a paradise I created on my own. A paradise for boys. As a young adult, I knew fully well I was a boy-lover. And it tore me inside to see on tv, the reports of battered children and kids working long hours in factories for a couple of dimes. So I did what I could, I worked in the social services in America and travelled to third world countries to see what I could do, hoping to save the world. Ah! How dumb I was." the man laughed. Jack drank his words. The old fella suddenly took a seat in an english armchair and hauled the young lad following them on his lap. "I hope you don't mind Snow? He's my little servant." the old man went on. "Every adult is allowed a trained servant here. We select the most obedient boys. It's a prestigious job among the kids. Ming, the vietnamese boy in your room was very sad that your rejected him like that. He had his heart set on shaving your beard." Jack contemplated the couple for a moment. The young seven-year-old kid, cradled in the arms of the man was stunning. His pure white skin had no imperfection and his green eyes sparkled like emeralds. A bushy mess of blond angel hair was atop his little head. The tight apple green string bikini left little to the imagination. The mature male caressed his legs and continued with the story. "Of course, seeing I was failing at making any impact, I came up with the idea of Tremor Island. The kids here come from all over the world. Abused children, poor children, unloved children. I have twenty assistants working with me at saving each child one by one. Here, there is a school and all the toys a boy could want. We give them three meals every day. As you must imagine, I have powerful connections outside for the paperwork. A dentist also visits every month. A doctor stays on the island all year round." "Talk to me about the pornos." Jack frowned. "Oh yes. As you have figured out. I didn't build this island with my money. I was flat broke then. All these kids' asses constructed the very mansion you are walking in. Boysex is a flourishing market you know. And you have done well in confiscating my movies for over a decade. But still, I came out on top. The best movies and most expensive ones go underground to private clubs." Pausing for a moment, the old man put on a serious face. "You see Jack, human sexuality is a beautiful thing. Boys are naturally inclined to it. There is a over two hundreds young males here, and 90% of them are sexually active, without me telling them anything about it. I know it goes against everything you stand for to film them. But I needed to make sure that the thousands of perverts out there had something to get off to, instead of abusing my precious boys. I will admit that I benefited greatly from it also, in every way." The policeman could not believe what he was hearing. He was faced with the biggest freak in the world, yet he didn't have the courage to take out his revolver and shoot him on the spot. The little imp giggling on the man's knees reminded him of how close he was to being exactly like him. "From what my assistants are telling me, you are sharing my passion for boys lately. It seems that Ziggy did a positive impression on you. I hear he's still out there. That kid always goes astray when we take the boys out on a field trip. He's a rebel. I think he's in love." Jack's eyes bulged when he noticed the seven-year-old grasping the wrinkled hand of the man to put it on his crotch. Absentmindly, the fat man lowered the child's tiny trunks. He fondled his hairless nuts and rigid cocklet while he pursued the conversation accompanied by the purring of the small boy he was pleasuring. "So for a week Jack, you will stay with us. Don't worry about your boss. The chief of police is a very big customer of ours. He won't mind at all. After you have witnessed everything about Tremor Island, we will take you back if it is your wish. The rules are simple here. You can explore wherever you want and have sex with almost any willing boy. Rape is punishable severely. The boys with no tattooed star are virgins and should be kept that way until they decide otherwise..." With that, Jack was allowed to roam on the island alone. A supper meeting was set at 6 o'clock on the roof of the big estate. As he left, he peered from the corner of his eye, at the man turning the featherweight boy on his stomach. The small devil giggled. Large hands parted his buttocks and the tongue of Allister Morris tickled his tender anus. Walking amidst the herd of young males, the policeman felt like an intruder. He wanted to get away to reflect on the madness of the old bag. Reaching his room, he bumped into a group of young boys offering their time to be a servant. "Go get Ming, I want Ming." he told the kids before stepping inside. The room was too sunny for his meditation. He closed the curtains and searched for booze in the drawers of a writing desk. Instead, he found boxes after boxes of Tremor Island videotapes. He popped one at random in the vcr and sprawled on the bed. The film was called 'Redheads'. A group of young boys as expected with rust colored hair, emerged on the screen. The kids leaped on a large sofa and yakked a little about the fact they were three brothers of 12, 10 and 6. They all wore cut-off jeans and a t-shirt saying 'I love to fuck'. The smallest one had the cutest of orange freckles on his nose. The man behind the lens urged them to start and they undressed eagerly, throwing their socks and undies at each other. Climbing on a couch nude they fooled around a moment, playing with the foreskin of their hardening dinks, before the older one began the sex play. Both he and the ten-year-old worked on the smallest kid, sucking his tiny erection and licking his minuscule shithole. Then forming a daisy chain, all three siblings slurped a partner's hard dick, taking turns to make sure they tasted all of the hairless members. Then the six-year-old was placed at the centre, and the middle child buried his slick boner in his tight anus. The meek boy yielded easily, probably quite used to the drill. He received the entire length of the hard boypole in his white bottom. Not to be outdone, the eldest fed his four inches of meat to the little child's mouth. Jack quickly shed his pants and under shorts to jerk his rock-hard penis. He knew he would not get caught here and he relished that fact. He could let himself go and enjoy the glorious images of these pre-pubescent boys having sex together. Concentrated on the tv, he never noticed young Ming slipping inside the room to grab his hairy balls by surprise. He released his grip on his cock and allowed the asian boy to continue jacking him. The ten-year-old was better than he had imagined. Jack ran his hand on his smooth flesh, stopping at his firm ass to knead it. The asian pre-teen grinned, happy to be accepted. On the screen, the littlest kid was sandwiched between his brothers. They fucked him at both ends, thrusting their young penises in his two willing holes. The camera took wide shots of the frenzied hairless trio, and zoomed in on the cavities of the small child being invaded. His anus ring clinging to the shaft of the fucker, his lips stretched all around the bigger boycock. The older boys showed their appreciation with loud moans as they pleasured themselves with the immature plaything. Ming, growing braver, opened his mouth wide and engulfed the policeman's huge eight-inch phallus. He could only fit the bloated knob and settled on suckling it. At that very moment, Jack wanted to leave everything and live forever on the fantasy island. It was heaven. The boy's oral service was sending him to peaks of bliss he had never experienced before. His stare moving from the little lips on his prick to the group boysex on tv had him on the edge of cumming with every passing second. The flick was still playing and the twelve-year-old popped his dick out of the kid's narrow throat to hop behind his brother. As the middle child pursued his anal intrusion, he slipped his hard-on into his backside. All three children were fused together now, dick in ass. Moving in unison with the tempo of intercourse. The smallest child fell flat on his stomach under the weight of the two fucking boys on his back. The older kids groaned loudly, slamming their erections with more vigour. As they reached climax, the pile of moving flesh calmed down and Jack's orgasm happened, wracking his body. A powerful jet of semen shot up Ming's nose and the following eruptions coated his face with white cream. Jack was amazed at the child's eagerness to please. For the next minutes, he observed him eat the many cum puddles from his crotch while he stroked his soft black hair. To reward him, he hauled him on his hairy tummy, like Mr. Morris had done with his servant, and jerked off his small pinkie-sized pecker. Applying himself, he made sure the kid reached a bumpy dry boy orgasm. -=- After a nap with the naked asian boy, Jack met his host atop the the large mansion. Behind the landing zone of the helicopter was a luxurious terrace with exotic plants. Ming tagged along and Mr. Morris was pleased to see that he taken a liking to the servant. The old man led him to the south edge of the roof. "This is the nerve centre of Tremor Island." Allister Morris said pointing to the horizon. The cop gazed at panorama behind the mansion. Amidst the forest of palm threes, dozens of elaborate secluded buildings clashed with the Caribbean wilderness. "That is the dormitories." Mr. Morris explained. "All boys have a private room. When they reach eighteen, we give them back an identity and reinsert them in society and the room is given to a new recruit. Behind, is the gym and the arcade. The rows of houses there, all belong to my assistants. And that's the movie set." After the four star meal, Jack and the man chatted for a while, cuddling their little servants on their laps. The police officer was set on finding a reason to get away from this haven. Questioning the old man so that he could discover a flaw in his system. Any little improper thing. But the old man's theories so eloquently spoken were beginning to convince more and more the cop that this was for the better of the kids. Around nine o'clock, the two men tucked their servants in their respective rooms, kissing their forehead lovingly. They headed towards the movie set where Mr. Morris assured the cop he would enjoy the movie they were filming tonight. The large building was impressive. Thousands of props were lined up on shelves along with the same amount of pieces of furniture and racks after racks of boys' clothes. The main set was already built to look like a typical suburban living room. "What's the plot this time?" Mr. Morris asked one of the two cameramen. "Young teen babysitting." "That's nice." the old man answered. "This is a special movie." he continued turning to his guest. "Russy as agreed to be deflowered on film. Most boys prefer to keep that for the intimacy of their bedrooms. These two have been lovers for a year now." Jack's eyes were glued to the young stars as they put on their classical american costumes. The older one selecting blue jeans and a t-shirt while the small lad slipped in a thin cotton pyjama. The two young lads were very handsome. Both with short brown hair. The nine-year-old especially because of his button nose and infectious smile. Everyone took their posts and Jack stood silently beside his host to witness the shooting. Both kids acted well, improvising lines while they browsed through porno magazines. The pre-pubescent boy asked all the right questions, yearning to learn about sex and the older boy explained in details what women did with men and what men did with men. "I wanna do it! I wanna do it! Show me Simon!" Russy pleaded, bouncing in his blue pjs. The young teen didn't need to be told twice and he undressed eagerly watching his little partner quickly naked on the couch, fondling his hairless genitals which he flaunted, his knees parted. The nine-year-old was salivating when the other boy's dick sprung from his undies. It was obvious that the part of his lover he enjoyed the most was his mature prick. He crawled to it right away, grabbing the teenage testicles with two hands. Simon stared down below his small patch of pubic hair at the child licking his knob. The kid retracted his foreskin and engulfed the limp sausage. Jack grew uneasy. He never had before observed sexual acts in public. Especially with three other men. His cock was straining in his pants as the thirteen-year-old's dick hardened in the little mouth of Russy. The kid's lips were doing wonders. Soon, Simon's penis was hard and quite large for a boy that age. Satisfied, the older boy, leaned between the child's leg for a a thorough suck of his little pole. Russy was ready and he bent over the arm of the couch. Simon greased his steely six-inch penis. Jack gulped down the excess of saliva in his mouth. From the short distance he was, he would be able see everything. The thirteen-year- old eased the tip of his cock into the pink bum hole but was refused entry many times as Russy winced in pain, pushing back his intruder with his tiny hands. The small pre-teen learned to relax his sphincters and finally the slick knob pushed open his puckered virgin anus. Russy's grimacing face was filmed as he was getting penetrated for the first time. The older boy moaned loudly, burying his entire cock inside the kid's bottom slowly. "UHHHH Uhhhhh it's all in me!" the lad cheered, wiping a few tears of pain from his rosy cheeks. For the next moments, Simon withdrewed and entered his erection. The tight anal ring stretched all around his shaft. He pulled out almost to the tip of his raging hard-on and plunged deep making the kid gasp for air. The big boycock seemed so huge in between the white firm little buttocks of Russy. "Go faster!" the young child commanded. Simon grasped his lean hips firmly and thrust harder. Increasing the rhythm gradually until he was pistonning steadily the little behind of his lover. "OOOooooo OOOOOOO ooHHHH" Russy screamed with his soprano voice. His short legs were trashing above the ground, he could not move. Completely immobilized in the grip of the older male slamming his fuckstick in his rectum. Jack wanted to stop the brutal sodomy. But soon, the little boy's yelps of pain, changing into moans of pleasure, were absolutely divine. Never before the coupling of two young boys had been so beautiful. Their fuck sounds so alive. "Uhhhh annnnnhh uhhhhh UHHH!! YEA YEA UHHH!!" The young teenager didn't hold long in the tight orifice. He ejaculated on the pure flesh of the kid's back, spurting his creamy jizz. The little demon smiled, already ready to do it again. -=- The next day, Jack Sullivan travelled to the nearest city on the coast to get some fresh clothes. When he came back late at night, he was asked to watch the dormitory, an offer he accepted. The job was simple and consisted of sleeping in the master chamber. Just to be close in case there was an emergency. The boys rarely misbehaved and discipline was promptly carried out as he had witnessed that morning. Two kids had begun a fight. They were quickly separated and both boys were spanked on the spot with a thin branch. Ten times each. A group of children had circled the two culprits as they received their punishment. In the end, their white buns bore red lines and they escaped away rapidly from the humiliating interlude. The policeman strolled in the long corridor leading to his room. On his right fifty identical doors painted white like the walls. On his left, another fifty numbered bedrooms. The erotic sounds of the kids engaged in evening sex echoed in the hallway. From time to time, he stopped at a door to listen to it. Moans and groans. Beds creaking. Lustful cries of joy filled his ears. When he glued his ear to the door of room #63, his cock twitched. The sound of colliding bodies was loud. The squeaky voice of a child begging: "Oh yeah oh Yeah FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!" resonated. The man continued to walk to his room and grabbed the Island directory. He loved to fiddle through it. The big book contained all the boys names with a nude picture. As well as a short history. He located room #63 in the index and turn to the page it was referring. The occupant was named Jeremy and was eleven. The kid was cute. He had a curly mop of wine-colored hair and the most delicious freckles across his nose. Adopted one year ago, he had spent his life in foster families before, never getting any attention from american families because of the mention 'gay tendencies' in the state book. From time to time, Jack peeked in the corridor. Many boys had to go to the bathroom and they would giggle, running bare feet in their white gowns. He continued reading the directory, getting hard from the two hundred underage penises presented. Small ones, huge ones. Uncut or not. Black, white or in between. His dick hurt from the sudden urge to pee. He trudged to the nearest bathroom. The strong smell of chloride tickled his nostrils. There were urinals at every height on the wall, to accommodate the boys of all sizes. Stepping into a stall, he heard the faint giggles of naughty kids. The flow of his urine was strong from his half-erect manhood and he wondered why the boys hadn't stop their games hearing him whiz. Quietly, he climbed on the ceramic bowl to look over the separator. A couple of nude nine-year-olds were there, not minding at all the presence of the adult. As one sat on the throne, the other imp pissed in his mouth. The fountain of the boy's pee went straight into the throat of the receiver. Both kids smiled wickedly at the voyeur, trading places for the same water game again. Jack shook his head and returned to his quarters. He picked up the big book again but his reading was interrupted by a little kid bursting in the bedroom. The five-year-old tyke in his oversized gown halted abruptly and squirmed, one bare feet on the other. "Mr. Phil is not there?" he yipped. "No, I'm doing the nightshift tonight. Do you need anything?" The brown-haired child shook his head and climbed on the mattress. He jumped a few times and dove next to him. "Watcha reading? Can I look at the pictures too?" "Let's find yours, what's your name?" "Cameron!" Jack flipped the pages to the kid's bio. "Oh! I see here you were caught stealing many times. You are a naughty boy Cameron!" "Yesss!" the turbulent toddler giggled. The man continued perusing the story of the infant, all-alone in this bad world upon the death of his mother when he was born. Meanwhile, the tot was grinding his crotch on his thigh, rubbing himself on him. He cupped the kid's tiny ass in the palm of his hand, cradling him instinctively. "Play with me! I've got a stiffy!" Jack glanced at the smiling mug of the pint-sized boy. His carefree spirit warmed his heart. He nibbled his button nose and the small elf laughed, wiggling his toes. "Does Phil play with your stiffy?" "He does all the time!" Jack let his big hand roam on the smooth short legs of the midnight companion. The cotton sleepwear bunched up around his wrist. He caressed the child's inner thighs and moved to his belly, uncovering him from the waist down. Cameron purred as he fondled his bubble butt and his miniature nut sac. The boy's skin was so soft, so delicate. With the tip of his fingers, he tugged on the proud baby dick, watching the tides of pleasure in the dazzling emerald eyes of the toddler. The one-inch erection swelled between his digits. He teased the crown of the cherry-sized dickhead and squeezed the slim shaft. Cameron's thorax bulged out and contracted, his lungs supplying the oxygen to fuel the energy for the blissful session. Jack gazed in awe at the little panting creature beside him. He could make him squeal, make him whine with simplest of touch. The boy was savouring every second, licking his lips and clutching the sheets as the sharp jolts of good sensations raced in his penis. Then out of the blue, the youngster fled and bared himself completely. Jack observed the sly kid scramble to unpants him. His pudgy paws unzipped his trousers and lowered them, then his briefs. "What are you doing Cam?" he asked. "Shhhhhhh!" the imp hushed him. He followed with his stare the perky white buns of the five-year-old. Cameron fetched a bottle of hand lotion and bounced back on the large bed. All the while he lubricated him, his face beamed and his cute boner danced left and right. The greasy hands glided on his long cock from the wide base all the way to his flaring pisslit. He smiled genuinely at the gleeful child, laying passively, enthralled by the sweet stimulation on his rock hard pole. The lil' demon squatted over his groin, aiming the bloated knob of his canon at his pucker. He didn't stop him. He didn't wanna stop him. The tight ring of Cameron's minuscule anus compressed the very end of his manhood. It strangled his spongy flesh so deliciously, moving down his glans, then his turgid shaft. "Unngh! Unngh!" the kid complained, grimacing grotesquely from the incredible efforts of impaling himself on his gigantic prong. Beads of sweat formed on his wrinkled forehead. He pushed some more, feeding his bum another couple inches of hot meat. "Go slower! That's it Cam!" Jack encouraged him. He held his ankles, marvelling at the sight of the little boy perched on his prick. Finally, the toddler bottomed out. He had nearly swallowed all of his wand in his rectum. The wind from the sea rushed through the curtains. Jack hissed in the night. The cute cherub was kneading his pecs, adjusting himself on the uncomfortable mass lodged up his tunnel. His small frame rocked ever so slightly, then faster and faster, riding his fuckpole. "Urh! It's bigger than Mr. Phil!" Cameron squealed. Lust invaded every fibre of the cop's body. He half-believed what was happening. The tyke was wanking his pee-pee and fucking himself, as if he was in the process of taking a huge crap, ironically arranged in the adequate position. The wonder tot increased his flexions, mouth wide-opened, chanting to the gods as he shoved his bottom down the slippery pole and raised it again and again. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhhhh! It's so hard in my butt!!" The clasping asshole milking Jack's phallus was driving him nuts. He could feel the heat inside that sweet little ass as the boy slammed himself hard. Cameron was frantic, crying like a bitch in heat, riding and riding his steely spike. At the first sign of the child's orgasm, he trapped him in his arms and flattened him on his hairy chest, ramming and stabbing into his tiny behind. "Arggh! ARGGH!!!" Cameron shrieked, convulsing over him, gnawing on his shoulder. He grasped both little asscheeks of the shuddering toddler and crammed his pulsating organ between them, flooding at once the confining bowels with a gallon of burning sauce. The laddie's tears of pain and joy rolled down his collarbone. His inflamed penis blasted the last of his discharge. Ten orgasmic bursts all and all. The reality of the moment gave him cold flashes. He had sodomized a five-year-old boy for christ's sake! Cameron rested quietly on his stomach, regaining his composure. "Go to bed.." he said softly. "Please don't take it out just yet.." the little boy whispered. CHAPTER 4. The night had been a good counsellor. For the first time, Jack didn't carry his gun with him. He had an important favour to ask the old man. But the words were gonna be hard to pronounce. In the big mansion, he asked the servants where he could find Mr. Morris. They pointed him in the direction of the gym. For the aged fellow always exercised there around nine a.m. The big room was filled with expensive equipment, blocking his view of what was happening in the back. He walked between the muscle building machines, hearing guttural moans of passion as he got closer to the two dim forms. Faced with the violent copulation of the man and a boy, he blushed bright red. "I'll be right with you Jack!" Allister Morris gasped. The police agent backed away slightly and rotated amidst the canopy of strange contraptions. These weren't usual machines. They had straps, plastic prongs and sliding plateaus. The loud groans of the couple brought back his stare to them. The blond boy of about twelve, was bent over in the fucking device, his hands and ankles shackled securely to steel bars. Behind him, the fat man was sitting on a sliding stool, purposely deposited on slanted rails so that gravity would make it glide down rapidly on the ball bearings. The complex system resembled more a torture machine in Jack's mind as he observed its application. He feared the senior would get a heart attack. It required ample energy to properly benefit from it's creation. Surprisingly, the heavyset man, gripping a metal rod overhead, flexed and unflexed his legs to raise the gliding stool and let it ride down, time and time again, faster and harder. Pounding his slick cock into the strapped boy's asshole. The apparatus assured it's operators the hardest fuck ever. The child grunted noisily with each powerful penetration of the six inches of hot meat. Mr. M's penis was not long, but what it lacked it length, it possessed in diameter, expanding the constricting rectal opening to the max. Jack watched the kid's contorted face as he got sodomized roughly, his vulnerable body spread at the mercy of the butt banger's desires. He surely seemed to enjoy it, his young pecker pointing straight at the ceiling the more he took the large organ into his backside. "Uh HARDER! Uhh uhhh HARDER!" he yelled, breathing heavily. The man was dazed as he rammed into the twelve-year-old. Staring at his big mass of flesh disappear inside the anal ring. His hips collided hard against the little rear end, making the plump white buttocks quiver like jell-o. He increased his tempo and ravaged the young lad. Shaking his head and wailing, the boy's body convulsed, overtaken by a sensational anal orgasm. The young stick on his hairless groin spurted semen far in front of him. The old man buried himself to the hilt and cried to the heavens as his abundant seed spilled into the kid's bowels. His mouth agape, he basked in the bliss of a glorious cum. Jack took a seat on a bench while the elderly disengaged from the tortuous structure to free the captive masochist. He observed the strange bloke kiss his little partner and approach in his bathrobe. "I apologize, I was busy as you can see. Hope I didn't scare you! Trevor likes it hard. And we mustn't argue with a boy!" he spoke smoothly. "What can I do for you?" "I came to tell you I want to leave the island this morning. I think I've seen enough." "So soon? Tell me what are your impressions?" "Well, I still have reservations about your project..." "Reservations? It's like summer camp all year long for these kids!" "Perhaps, but one thing's missing. You can't possibly provide all the affection these boys require Mr. Morris." "Would you rather I had let them die on the streets of Djakarta? Wither in some orphanage?" "Don't get me wrong. I'm not entirely opposed to what you have done. As a matter of fact, I won't interfere with the distribution of your.... products. Stopping those films surely won't change those boys' lives anyway." Jack smiled wryly. "I do have a big favour to ask also.... I want to adopt Ziggy as my son." "The wild child?" "Yes. He needs more space than what your small island has to offer." "Suits me fine Mr. Sullivan. Consider it done. Find him and he's yours, if he wants to, of course." The old man scratched his belly, slightly disgruntled by the reluctance of the police officer to embrace fully his master plan. "I'll have the chopper ready at eleven... You know Jack." he interjected. "I think you think too much. Stop clinging to the utopia of a perfect world. My boys fuck each other on film. I sell it and give them back the results in the form of a decent way of living. Very simple and effective, no matter what the masses might say. Name me one government who had dealt with neglected kids with the same success?" "I never said I wanted a perfect world. The people of this planet are closed-minded, ignorant and don't express any compassion for one another. They shall be judged one day for that and for all the kids they have abandoned. You can't possibly save all children Mr. Morris. You are playing god. But I can't blame you. All I can do is blame them." THE END.