Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 05:02:43 -0400
From: Jeff A <parrafan@ureach.com>
Subject: Busted

Busted

a story by parrafan

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All of the prepositions,
articles (both definite and indefinite), conjunctions,
qualifiers and many of the adjectives and adverbs are true; the
rest is entirely my invention. Besides, the dedicated men (and
women) of our federal law enforcement agencies would never
behave in the manner described herein, now would they?

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Busted

Kale Baxter lay on his front on the living room carpet, chin on
hands, watching The Simpsons Movie before dinner (for the tenth
time, or so he guessed). He still thought it was pretty funny,
and there was nothing else to do. Summer vacation had just
begun, and he was taking a few days of relaxation before
deciding about his next two months from among the few
alternatives that his parents had offered to him. He was
seriously considering going to his grandparents' place, because
they lived on the coast; the downside was he didn't know anyone
his own age there. Then there was the summer camp option - while
he hadn't completely ruled it out, he didn't know whether any of
his friends from school would be there, so he wasn't willing to
commit to that...yet.

Kale's Dad had suggested coming to work with him for a few
weeks, to see if he liked it - a suggestion his mother
strenuously opposed. Kale's Dad was a carpenter, and had a full
book of work orders for the next three months, and had invited
Kale to come along as a junior labourer. And while the boy was
not opposed to hard work in principle, he knew that summer only
comes around once a year, and after it was gone there was only
another year of school to look forward to - in his case, the
seventh grade. Besides, he didn't want to flagrantly go against
his mother's wishes, and she had already declared it would be
too dangerous to have Kale wandering about on construction
sites, in the company of all those rough workmen, even with his
father's supervision.

Then there was the summer job...but both his parents had already
said they were not keen on him spending every day of summer at
the video rental shop in the Mall, especially as the owner, the
man who invited him to take the job was...well, to put it
bluntly, unmarried. "What sort of thirty year old man doesn't
have a wife?" his mother had wondered out loud at the dinner
table only the night before. The plus side of the video shop job
would be that it would get him away from the house, which meant
away from his older sister Bethany, who hated him, and his
younger brother Dillon, who was a pest.

Kale could hear Bethany now, talking to Mom in the kitchen.
Probably trying to wear Mom down about dating. Bethany thought
she was old enough to date, but both Mom and Dad were agreed
that thirteen and a half was nowhere near mature enough yet. So
far her whining had gotten her precisely zip, which made Kale
secretly happy inside. He had a feeling that if Bethany started
dating, she would begin acting in an even more superior fashion
towards him than she already did. That's just the sort of mean
thing Beth would do.

"Can we watch South Park, Kale? You've seen this movie like a
million times already", Dillon whined as he slumped onto the
sofa behind his older brother.

"Just because you walk into the room doesn't mean you can pick
what's on TV - I'm watching this", Kale retorted, without
looking back at his brother. "You can watch South Park when this
is finished", he added.

"But it'll be over by then", the younger boy griped.

"So watch it on FoxPlus2. It'll come on again later", Kale
parried.

"But we'll be having supper then, and I'll miss it. You can
watch this stupid movie any old time", Dillon persisted. Kale
sighed. This was an argument they had fought on many previous
occasions. The outcome was fairly predictable: Dillon would
quickly become tired of trying to out-argue Kale, and go whining
to Mom, who would agree to anything to get him out of her hair,
and he would storm back into the living room in triumph and
simply switch the DVD player off to watch his cartoon.

But before the argument between the two brothers could
degenerate into personal vilification, which it usually did, the
doorbell rang. The boys' father had just emerged from the
bathroom, where he had been washing off the day's grime, so he
continued on his way through the living room to the front door
and opened it.

A man wearing a dark pinstriped charcoal suit and dark
sunglasses (at night...? Mr Baxter thought briefly) stood in the
doorway. Mr Harrison could detect the vague shapes of more
figures behind the sunglassed man. "Special Agent Dickinson,
Federal Bureau of Investigation, Mr...Baxter? May we come in?"
the well-built man stated, flashing a badge in a wallet, and it
sounded to Kale's Dad like he was reading it off a script. In
any event, Agent Dickinson didn't wait for his request to be
granted, he just shouldered his way past Mr Baxter and into the
house, followed by three equally well-built men. It was only
then that Mr Baxter realised that all of the men were similarly
dressed, right down to the dark sunglasses, and two of them had
tiny coiled wires running from inside their shirt collars up
behind their ears and around into discreet earpieces.

The four men dispersed themselves strategically around the
living room. One of them picked up the remote control from the
coffee table and turned off Kale's movie. "These gentlemen are
Special Agent Rogerson, Special Agent Boylance, and Special
Agent Reamer", the first man introduced, but none of them made
any moves to shake hands with Mr Baxter. Kale's Mom had heard
the doorbell and only now realised that her husband had admitted
the four dark-suited agents.

"What's this all about, uh, Agent...?" he stammered.

"Dickinson, sir. Special Agent Dickinson. Which of these boys is
Kale?", the man answered.

"Uh, I'm him, er, I'm Kale. It's me", the boy spoke up, standing
as he did so, but the eyes of all four of his family members had
already shot straight towards him, so it was no use denying it.

Agent Dickinson gave a small nod towards one of the other men,
Agent Reamer, who began unzipping a computer bag and pulling out
a sleek black laptop even as Mr Baxter started to assert
himself. "Now, look here, what's this all about? Is Kale in some
kind of trouble?"

"Kale's broke the law, I bet", Bethany piped up. Kale shot her a
look.

"Wow, it's a JZ-three-oh, Dad!" Dillon gushed, staring at the
advanced piece of technology that Agent Reamer was now setting
up on the coffee table. "I seen these on the Science Channel!"

"Just what exactly is going on here, gentlemen?", Kale's Mom
demanded, but her eyes were instinctively drawn to the screen of
the hi-tech laptop as a movie began to appear on its screen.
"You can't just come into my house and- oh my god! Those
underwear! Kale! Those look just like the ones I bought for you
last w-" Mrs Baxter's hands flew to her mouth as her words
evaporated.

On the flat screen of the laptop, displayed in front of the
whole family, and the four agents, a movie was playing. A
figure, clearly a young male, was performing a strip-tease in
front of a webcam. He had his shorts down as far as the tops of
his thighs, his underwear-clad bottom swaying to an unheard
beat. He shimmied his hips to allow the shorts to fall, and
began sensuously drawing the underwear down over the curved
cheeks of his bottom.

Mrs Baxter gasped and pointed a trembling finger at the screen.
"Those curtains! On that window! They're..I...I made those!
That's your bedroom, Kale!"

Beth tossed her head back and sneered at her brother. "See, Mom?
See? I always told you he was a pervert! A filthy, disgusting
pervert!"

Kale's mouth open and closed soundlessly. He was mesmerised by
the movie on the screen. Those were his undies, all right...and
his bedroom curtains. When he regained use of his tongue he
croaked "It...it's not me! I...I...Mom! Dad! It wasn't me! I
swear!"

He looked desperately from one parent to the other for succour,
but before either adult could speak, his brother Dillon made
another outburst. "Hey!" the nine year old yelled. "Isn't that
Blackie? He's...uh, he's..." All eyes, even those of the federal
agents, now stared at the screen. The boy in the movie had eased
his underwear down so that they were bunched up just below his
scrotum, and his right hand held an erect penis, which was being
licked enthusiastically by a black Labrador dog.

"You sick creep", Kale's sister's whispered accusation cut
through the silence. "Mom, I'm not staying another night in the
same house as a...a..."

"Isn't that your school ring, Kale?" Dillon observed, almost
gleefully. The hand holding the erection which was being lapped
by the dog had a distinctive signet ring on the middle finger.
Every eye in the room refocussed from the screen to Kale's right
hand. The very same ring that they had just seen on the boy in
the movie was currently adorning Kale's right middle finger. He
tried to wrench it off, as if that might make this whole
nightmare go away.

"It...it's not me...I...I didn't..." he whimpered, tugging
desperately at the ring.

"Oh, for god's sake, stop lying", his mother spat. "I knew it
was a bad idea to get you the Internet. Now look what you've
done" she added, turning her face away in shame.

Mr Baxter was also having difficulty coming to grips with what
he had seen. He turned to the nearest Agent, the one who had
knocked on the door. "How... how did you..I mean, are you sure
it's Kale? You can't see his face on that thing".

"Yet...", Special Agent Boylance spoke for the first time.

"Oh, god", Mr Baxter buried his face in his hands and slumped to
the couch.

"See the angle the sunlight is making on the bedroom wall?",
Special Agent Boylance continued, as though he was instructing
some students in a clever discovery he had made. "We used the
timestamp of the movie, combined with the angle of the Sun that
made that shadow, to establish the latitude the movie was made
in. That narrowed our search down to just nine States. Then we
sent copies of the distinctive design on that signet ring to all
jewellers in those states - that brought us here to Illinois.
Next we identified the school that awarded those rings, and
pulled all the Social Security records of families with boys of
the approximate age in this school zone. Our surveillance teams
have been eliminating other families by excluding all homes
without your son's bedroom curtains", he finished, shrugging his
shoulders as though it was all rather obvious.

"Those damned curtains", Mrs Baxter muttered.

"But...but you still haven't seen his face! How can you be so
sure it's my son?" Mr Baxter demanded, but without much defiance
left in his voice.

Special Agent Dickinson spoke again. "Well, there are more ways
of identifying a person than by facial recognition, of course.
Fingerprints, obviously, and DNA, as well, but we only have this
movie...so you tell me, Mr Baxter. Er, Special Agent Boylance,
can you, uh, fast forward to that scene we discussed?"

The picture on the screen sped up for a few seconds. "It's got
that digital anti-blur, Dad! Cool!" Dillon enthused, but the
rest of the family was too sickened to appreciate the finer
points of the gadgetry. Bethany turned away, her head cradled on
her mother's shoulder. The federal agent slowed the movie to
normal speed as the boy on the screen waggled his now-bare
bumcheeks at the web camera. On the otherwise pristine right
buttcheek was a small grouping of three matchhead-sized moles in
the shape of a triangle - no bigger than a postage stamp, but
distinctive nonetheless. Kale blanched.

"It can't be..." the eleven-year-old whispered. "It just can't
be..."

"Oh god", his mother moaned in the background.

"Come here, son", Mr Baxter held out a hand while patting his
lap with the other. "We'll get this sorted right now. I know
you've got a couple little moles on your butt, after all I
helped change your diapers when you were a baby. All we have to
do is show these men that yours are different, and they've got
the wrong boy, it's all circumstantial, and we can get on with
our lives".

Special Agent Boylance had frozen the movie at the optimal point
for comparing the screen image with the physical specimen, then
clicked on an icon to sharpen the image. Dillon's eyes widened.
"Wow! Freeze-frame enhancement on the fly!" he whispered, awed.

"Dad, it's nuh- not me, I swuh- swear!" Kale bleated, his voice
beginning to catch.

"So just lie across my lap, I'll show these men your moles, and
we can put all this behind us", Mr Baxter explained, ignoring
his son's protests. "Come on, son", he added, urging the boy.
Kale reluctantly climbed onto the couch on his knees and lowered
himself into position face down across his father's thighs. Mr
Baxter took hold of the waistband of his son's shorts and eased
them down to reveal his underwear. Kale happened to be wearing
the same underpants as the boy in the movie.

"I'm sure the stores sold plenty of pairs of those", Mr Baxter
declared, but his voice did not quite carry off the bluff. Next
he gingerly pulled the undies down on the right side to reveal
Kale's moles. The whole family knew Kale had them, but nobody
had paid them much attention before. But as the small brown
blemishes came into view, every pair of eyes in the room,
including Kale's, darted to the screen.

The pattern was identical.

Mr Baxter snapped Kale's underwear and shorts up in disgust.
"Oh, son, how could you?" he sighed, disappointment and sadness
lacing his voice.

Kale crawled off his father's lap. "Dad, I...please, Dad, you
gotta..." he stumbled over his words. He looked at his mother
for support, but her face was set in a severe mask.

"Hey, there's more!" Dillon cried excitedly as the movie resumed
(thanks to Special Agent Boylance). The figure on the screen
pulled his underwear down to his knees and picked up a battery
powered handtool, the kind with removable attachments on the
end. The particular attachment on the device at the moment was a
small buffer-polisher, and the boy in the movie was running it
all over the engorged head of his penis. "Wow! I bet that felt
awesome, Kale!" Dillon yelled, but the rest of the family did
not share his amazement. Especially Mr Baxter.

"Isn't that...my power buffer?" he gasped. "Haven't I told you
to leave my tools alone, Kale? But I...never dreamed you would
use them for...for..." He got up and walked over to his wife.
The family was now clearly divided along battle lines - two
flabbergasted parents and a sneering sister in one corner, Kale
in the other. Dillon was still watching the boy in the movie
pleasure himself with the power tool, so he didn't count.

Mrs Baxter broke the silence. "So, what's the next step? Where
do we go from here?" she asked the nearest agent, her voice flat
and lifeless.

"Does Kale need...a lawyer, or something?" Mr Baxter asked
Special Agent Dickinson.

The agent dawdled over to the tight little knot of shocked
family members, hands in his pockets, trying to look
non-threatening. "A lawyer? No, he doesn't need one of those
because we haven't charged him with anything...yet. And as soon
as a lawyer gets involved, well, the case will inevitably go
public. The papers will pick up on it, maybe even the TV news.
No, it's a bit soon for a lawyer just yet. We really only want
Kale to come with us to the local field office, maybe answer a
few questions, you know, get this whole thing sorted out".

"Should...er, me or my wife be there...while you're interviewing
him, I mean...uh, we are his parents...aren't there rules about,
er, questioning minors and suchlike, uh, doesn't a parent have
to be present or something?" Mr Baxter asked, still trying to
come to grips with the enormity of it all, and not really
looking forward to taking his son to the local federal office
for interrogation.

Special Agent Dickinson gently took hold of Mr Baxter's elbow
and led him a few steps towards the kitchen, away from his wife
and daughter. Lowering his voice, he murmured "Look, sir, I
didn't want to say this in front of your wife, but I've handled
dozens of cases like this in the last few years. And I've found
that if a boy has a parent with him when questioned, the boy
gets all brave and smart-assed, he doesn't assist us even when
it's in his own best interests to do so. But if a boy knows his
parents won't be there to shield him, why, he usually cracks
right open, we get the whole truth right then and there, and
wrap the matter up in a few hours - or a day or so at most. I'm
sure you see what I mean. But if you want to accompany him,
well, it's certainly your right to do so".

Mr Baxter ran a hand through his thinning hair to help him
think, but it didn't help very much at all. Mrs Baxter asked
Special Agent Dickinson (who she judged was in charge of the
group) how the agents obtained the video in the first place. Not
that she really wanted to know, she was just trying to calculate
how she could minimise whatever damage her son had done.

"We busted a pedophile in New York, and he had this movie on his
hard drive - among others", he explained simply. "That was a
week ago. We've been sifting through evidence around the clock
ever since. The upload log on the pervert's computer showed that
he had already shared the movie over seventy times. God only
knows how many more copies have been made from those first
seventy".

"And what's going to happen to Kale?" she persisted. "Does this
sort of thing eventually go to...um, family court or something?
Some kind of...juvenile offender... hearing?" she grasped for
the words that she had heard on TV court and all the cop shows
she had watched over the years.

Special Agent Dickinson smiled. "Oh, you won't need to worry
about some local judge giving him a slap on the wrist or a
suspended sentence, Ma'am. We're looking at felonies here, uh,
let's see...there's, uh, creating a pornographic
image...obscenity, transmitting child pornography, uh,
bestiality - that's a capital offence in this State, by the way.
No, these are adult crimes; the local police will probably be
able to get the case moved up to adult court, have Kale tried as
an adult...he's looking at 25 to life in maximum security".

Mrs Baxter staggered a little, Bethany doing her best to hold
her mother up. Special Agent Dickinson directed two of his men
to go up to the offending bedroom and collect 'physical
evidence'. Dillon was still avidly watching the performance on
the laptop. The boy on the screen had abandoned the power tool
and was now vigorously pumping his hips and jacking frantically.
Special Agent Rogerson had placed a heavy hand on Kale's
shoulder and bent down to whisper to him "Now, if you promise me
you'll behave, I won't have to handcuff you. That would shame
your parents even more, having their son dragged away at night
in handcuffs, in front of all your neighbours, now, wouldn't it,
kid?"

"I...it wasn't me..." the boy repeated over and over, as though
repetition of that mantra would be sufficient to convince
everyone that the boy on the movie was not him. But his parents
didn't seem to be rushing to his aid, and he found himself
moving uncertainly like a blind man through his own front door
into the evening gloom, Special Agent Rogerson's hand still
heavy on his shoulder, and into the back seat of a dark sedan.
Special Agent Dickinson got in the other side, and the remaining
two agents, after they had stowed his computer, his books and
most of his clothes in plastic bags in the trunk, got into the
front seat, started the car and drove away into the night,
leaving his parents, brother and sister still dazed and confused
in the living room.

Special Agent Dickinson was the first to speak, after the car
had cleared Kale's street. Kale heard the distinctive sound of a
zipper being unzipped, and felt the agent's hand on the back of
his head, carefully but relentlessly forcing it downwards to the
agent's lap. "Open up that sweet mouth, boy, and suck my cock.
You're a pervert, this should be second nature to you", he said,
as calmly as if he were talking about the weather.

Kale stiffened his back, trying to prevent his face from being
pressed into the man's crotch. The pressure on his head was
unyielding. "Now look here boy, I'm doing you a favour. You're
gonna suck all four of us, and I thought it might go easier on
you if you got the first two blowjobs out of the way in the car,
before you got to the office. But, seems I was wrong - you want
to save them up for when you get there, fine with me. Only when
we arrive at the field office, it won't be just us four guys
-it'll be about thirty men - men who've been away from their
wives the last six days tracking you down. Men who'd like
nothing better than to fuck some pervert boy ass".

"It wasn't me" Kale managed through gritted teeth, still
sticking to the tale of innocence he had maintained all along.
The weight from the man's hand on the back of his head eased,
allowing him to sit upright again.

"Okay, let's assume for a minute that's true", Special Agent
Dickinson mused. "You're still gonna suck my cock. And if you do
a good job, I might be...well, let's say, more inclined to
listen to your side of the story"

Kale saw the streetlights flit by as the agents' car took him
further away from his home, away from his mother and father. The
man's suggestion, that he suck first before getting a hearing,
seemed like his best chance. Maybe he wouldn't have agreed if he
hadn't already been thoroughly frightened by the whole
experience, his family watching that horrible movie, his
mother's disgust, his own father letting the men take him away
without putting up any kind of a fight to save him....

He gave a heavy sigh and bent over to plant his lips around the
man's big cock.

"Oh,yeah, thatta boy, work that tongue around, yeah, you got it
goin', mmmm baby, you're better than a forty-dollar hooker,
yeah, slide that mouth up and down..."

Special Agent Dickinson was suitably impressed with Kale's
efforts, judging by his commentary on the boy's performance. For
his part, Kale was distracted from his task  by Special Agent
Rogerson, who took the opportunity to grope all around Kale's
shorts and up under his shirt. As Kale was resting his weight on
one elbow, to stop from being impaled on Agent Dickinson's cock,
he only had one arm free to grab onto the waist of his shorts to
prevent them from being dragged down by Agent Rogerson. It was a
losing battle, as the Agent was using both hands. It wasn't
quite the same as being tickled, but Kale squirmed around as
though it were.

"You just let Special Agent Rogerson take those shorts off, boy,
they're evidence anyway, we gotta bag 'em up, oh, good boy, suck
on that cock, yeah, here comes my juice, mmm, drink it all down,
yeah, baby". Kale gave up the unequal struggle to retain his
lower garments, and felt them slide down his thighs just as
Agent Dickinson's semen slid down his throat. Agent Rogerson did
not give him any respite though, and still groped his hands all
around Kale's little dick and balls, and right along his crack.
Kale was momentarily embarrassed by the erection the Agent's
fingers gave him, but he realised it was a minor concern in
comparison to sucking a guy off all the way. He was still wiping
his mouth when the two men flipped his body around and he found
his face pressed into Agent Rogerson's lap for another round,
while Agent Dickinson felt his butt and groin.

Agent Rogerson was not as verbal as the first man had been - he
communicated his pleasure mostly through grunts. He kept a
steady grip on Kale's hair, working the boy's head up and down
with it when Kale got tired. Meanwhile, at his upturned and now
naked butt, Agent Dickinson was having himself a grand old time,
feeling, stroking, squeezing, prodding and generally running his
fingers over and under every square inch of Kale' hips, front
and back.

Kale felt that they must have nearly driven out of the State by
the time the car slowed and made a turn, but Kale still had no
idea where they were - he kept his eyes closed to keep the
Agent's wiry pubic hair out of them. He felt the car travel
slowly down a hill and into a spiral, guessing they might have
been in a carpark under a building. The second Agent blew off in
Kale's mouth just as the car came to a stop.

"Er...what about my clothes?" Kale asked the nearest Agent after
swallowing several times to get the taste of federal semen out
of his mouth. He looked around to see that the small group was
indeed standing in some kind of subterranean parking garage,
with about a dozen cars, dim lighting, but no other living souls
around. Kale's remaining garment was a t-shirt, which Special
Agent Boylance, who had been riding in the front, simply
stripped off him where he stood, muttering "evidence".

"Let's move out" Agent Dickinson told the group, putting his
hand in the middle of Kale's naked back to push/guide him
towards an elevator. SA Dickinson looked over to the man who had
just taken and bagged Kale's shirt and said simply "You're next
up to the plate". Kale wondered what on earth that could mean,
but he quickly found out as the elevator doors opened and all
five stepped inside. The chrome doors slid together. To Kale it
felt like the lid of his own coffin being shut.

SA Boylance turned to Kale, placed his hands on the boy's
shoulders and gently pressed downwards. "Kneel", he ordered, not
sternly, but leaving little doubt in Kale's mind that he was
unused to being disobeyed. Kale sank to his bare knees, which
put his face on a level with SA Boylance's belt buckle. "Go
ahead", the man ordered in the same tone as the elevator began a
slow ascent.

Kale's spirit sunk even as his body rose in the lift. He
realised that the Agent expected him to do all the work, now
that he had been 'broken in' in the backseat of the car. He was
stark naked on his knees in the company of four fully dressed
men, two of whom had already cum in his mouth. Resigned to his
fate, he reached out to unzip SA Boylance's flies and put a
timid hand inside the man's pants to pull out the Agent's
non-service issue weapon. Kale had to sit on his heels to get
into a comfortable position, but quickly adapted to his task,
taking a few inches of SA Boylance's rod into his mouth and
working it around, tonguing the underneath. Just as Kale thought
he could sink no lower, the other Agents, who had been sneaking
glances at his performance, now dropped all pretence and started
openly 'encouraging' him with whispered phrases like "Yeah, suck
that dick", and "give it more tongue, boy", and (this one from
Agent Dickinson, Kale thought) "you sure are one horny fag kid,
go for that cum, now".

The elevator jolted to its eventual destination as SA Boylance
grabbed the back of Kale's head and unloaded into his mouth with
four or five strong pumps of his hips. He zipped himself up,
leaving Kale to stand up, wipe his lips off and gulp even more
sperm down his throat. The small band exited the lift, Kale in
the middle of the group as though he had four bodyguards, a
thought which gave him a wry smile. Some bodyguards.

As they walked through the office, Kale got the impression that
he was in a familiar place, even though he had clearly never
been there before. It was a 'situation room' - he'd seen them
numerous times in television movies. Charts adorned the walls;
free-standing whiteboards had photos, words and arrows and
little yellow post-it notes on them; every desk seemed to be
crammed with computerised devices of all kinds ("Dillon would
freak if he saw these", Kale mused to himself). But there were
no other people there: the number of clear-glass cubicles and
desks suggested the place should have had about thirty staff,
but it was deserted, except for Kale and the four Agents.

His escort led him into what Kale guessed was an interview room,
because it only had a small table and a few chairs, a water
fountain and a couch by the wall. "Now comes the interrogation"
Kale thought. "I wonder how long before I crack, and tell them
everything?". The boy did not have long to wait for that answer.

Special Agent Reamer, who had driven the car that brought him
there, got Kale's instant attention by unclasping his cowboy
belt buckle and sliding a thick leather belt out of his trouser
loops. Doubling it over, and flexing it a few times to produce
the distinctive loud snapping noise that only a leather belt can
make, he grinned at Kale. "Okay, kid, bend over the arm of that
couch. I'm gonna heat up that ass of yours before I fuck it. No
fag boy is gonna suck my dick - it's going up your cunthole dry,
after I whale on you a time. Always makes me horny as hell,
flaying a boy's ass. I can keep it hard as an iron bar for an
hour after I've given a boy a whuppin'. So get over there. Now,
boy, before I decide to get rough."

Kale's heart rose to his mouth. He had been spanked by his Dad
before, maybe a handful of times when he was younger, but never
whipped with a belt! His eyes darted around to the other three
men, to gauge whether he might expect any help from them, but
they simply lounged around the room as though this was a routine
procedure. He backed up to the couch as Special Agent Reamer
advanced on him, still flexing the belt. Snap! Snap! Snap!

"No! Don't! I'll tell! I'll tell you everything!" Kale screamed
as he ran and cowered naked behind Special Agent Dickinson for
protection from the man with the snapping belt.

SA Dickinson dropped to one knee in front of the blubbering boy,
holding him by one shoulder. His other hand went to Kale's
scrotum and squeezed, not hard, but enough to be felt by the
terrified boy. "We got you by the balls now, kid" the Agent
murmured, looking directly into Kale's eyes. "We own you. Your
parents done give you up right off the bat. You're ours now, to
do with as we wish. And I think you got a pretty good idea about
what Special Agent Reamer's wish is. Son, you ever heard the
expression about 'tearing someone a new asshole'? Well, I seen
Special Agent Reamer work on a boy's ass so bad, they mighta
made that expression up just from seein' him go at it. You think
you're in bad trouble? You don't know trouble till it's pumpin'
up your raw cunt. After it's had a beatin' from that hard ol'
belt o' his. So when you say 'I'll tell everything', you just
keep that belt in mind. You're not only gonna tell us
everything, you're gonna do everything, and I mean every last
thing that we tell you. Because we ain't gonna waste time
tellin' you twice. We'll just let Special Agent Reamer have his
fun. Fun for him, anyways. No fun for you".

Kale's slim nude body shook as he digested all of SA Dickinson's
words."I'll tell. I'll...do everything...you say. Everything.
Please", he added, barely able to get the words out, he was
trembling so violently.

Special Agent Dickinson stood up and patted Kale's head. "I knew
I could count on you, son. Now, just to show you know what it
means to do as you're told, I want you to go over to Special
Agent Reamer and kiss his shoes. Go on, now, he won't bite you".

Kale blinked."K-kiss his...shoes?", he asked the Agent, not
quite believing his ears.

Special Agent Dickinson's face hardened a little. "Now, I know
there's nothing wrong with your hearing, boy. I just got done
telling you I wasn't gonna waste no time tellin' you something
twice. This is a little test, and you're already three parts of
the way towards failing it. Which would make Special Agent
Reamer very happy".

Kale's brain clicked into gear as he grasped the implications of
what he just heard. He threw himself onto the floor at SA
Reamer's feet (to stay as far away from that belt as possible),
lifted up the cuff of the man's trousers and kissed the black
leather shoes several times each. It didn't mean anything to
him: the shoes were fairly clean after all, but he made a
decision there and then to act instantly he was given an order,
even if he didn't understand (or like) it. He was terrified of
that leather belt.

Scrambling back to his feet, he ran the short distance to
Special Agent Dickinson, whose face had softened to a thin
smile. "Much better, boy", he observed. "Now I want you to go
sit in Special Agent Rogerson's lap over there on that couch,
and let him play with your little cock. While he's doin' that,
you can tell us all about that video we showed your family. And
I want everything - I don't wanna be dragging the story out of
you. Start anywhere you like, but don't make me question you,
'cause I usually leave the questioning to Special Agent Reamer.
He likes questioning boys, and I'm sure you got a pretty good
idea how he does it. Hop to it, now".

This time Kale had no need of clarification. He didn't relish
the idea of being fondled by SA Rogerson, but it sure beat the
crap out of getting the crap beat out of him by that damn belt.
He scampered over to the couch and plopped himself in Special
Agent Rogerson's lap. As the man folded him into a hug, Kale
grabbed the Agent's meaty hand and placed it straight onto his
dick. "Better get this over with", he thought.

"Okay", Kale began, as SA Rogerson began stroking his little
piece, "we got this new kid in our class two weeks before
vacation. His name is Arron, and he...well, he looks like me. A
lot. The other guys thought he was my twin brother or something,
but he's no relation at all. The teacher put him next to me in
class. Anyway, since it was near the end of school, they put on
a lot of gym classes 'cause they didn't know what else to do
with us since all of our tests are over.

"So, because I was the only guy in the class friendly with him,
Arron kinda hung out with me. So in gym class, like, he took the
locker next to mine. He stood next to me in the showers, too.
So, after showers, we were at our lockers, and I started to uh,
you know, bone up. I couldn't help it. And Arron saw it. I
thought he'd bust me for sure, and everyone would call me names
and stuff, but he didn't. He kinda turned around, and blocked me
from the other guys, like, so no-one else could see my, uh, you
know, my boner. And that's when I saw he had these two moles on
his butt, right where I got three moles".

"So at lunchtime, after we ate, we went out and sat by the
basketball courts. I told him thanks for covering me, in the
showers like, and he said no problem. I asked him if he wanted
to come to my house after school and hang out, and he said sure.
We talked some more, he told me he had to leave his last school
because kids were picking on him. I asked him why, and he said
they sorta didn't like him. So I said I liked him, and that
cheered him up".

"Well, anyway, he came over after school, and we sat in my room
and just talked about stuff. He looked at my clothes, in my
cupboard like, and said they were nicer than his clothes. I
never knew a boy who talked about clothes before. He said it
would be fun if he could dress up in my clothes and pretend to
be me, sometimes, you know, just to see if he could fool people.
I said there was one way we were different, that was our moles
on our butts. He jumped up off the bed and pulled his pants
right down to his knees and said 'Show me yours, we'll check'. I
thought it was a bit gay, but I didn't want to, you know, make
him angry, he was my guest and all".

"So I pulled my shorts down too, and we, uh, used my big mirror
on the back of my door to, uh, compare. He said he got an idea,
and got a pen from my desk and went back to the mirror. He
coloured in a dot on his butt to make his two moles into three,
and it looked just like mine".

Agent Rogerson started licking the back of Kale's neck, right
around to the boy's earlobes, while maintaining his finger
action on the lad's stiff little cock. Kale squirmed a bit, but
continued his story. "Then Arron asked if we were the same size,
uh, in front, uh, you know, our, uh, penises. So I turned to him
and we uh, compared. I don't know why, but I let him hold mine,
and I, uh, held his, for a bit, and he said 'You wanna play with
'em?'. I was so excited by then I said yes. I know it's totally
gay, but I couldn't help it.  We jacked each other off, then he
said he had to go home".

"We hung out together at school each day, and each afternoon he
would come over to my house and we'd, uh, jack each other.
Sometimes he wanted to dress up in my clothes. I couldn't see
any harm in it, 'cause we always stayed inside my room. One day
he said he would suck me if I sucked him. We had already been,
uh, playing with, uh, with each other, and I was pretty horny,
so I said okay. We had already done gay stuff, so I figured it
couldn't, like, be any worse".

Special Agent Dickinson smiled. "I think Special Agent Rogerson
likes your story. Kneel up on the couch and let him suck your
cock while you finish telling it". SA Rogerson lay full length
on the sofa as Kale scrambled up to kneel over the man's chest.
Supporting himself with his hands on the armrest of the couch,
Kale lowered his crotch to the Agent's face, who enveloped his
hard little dick in one mouthful.

Kale gasped. "So, uh, me and Arron started sucking each, oh god,
uh, sucking each other after school every day. Arron liked to
put on my class ring that I won for cuh-... cuh- coming first in
three of my subjects in the tests. Oh, jeez...uh, Arron used to
ask about some really weird stuff, like did I have any dildos,
or did my dad have any power tools, like, to play games with,
uh, sex games, oh, oh, oh, I'm, uh..." The boy stretched his
face upwards in a wordless howl as Agent Rogerson's mouth
brought him off.

The other Agents chuckled softly as they watched the boy go
through his orgasm. "See what happens when you co-operate, kid?"
Special Agent Dickinson commented. "Now just finish your story
like a good boy".

Kale panted for a bit, then got his breath back. Special Agent
Rogerson got up off the couch, and was replaced by Special Agent
Boylance, who took Kale onto his lap and began stroking his bare
thighs and chest. The boy seemed a little bit more relaxed about
being caressed, and his prong still stood up proudly. "A few
days ago, when Arron came over, we were looking at some webcams
online. We had Dad's power buffer, uh, Arron was showing me how
to, you know, put it on your, uh, dick, and Mom called me to go
down to the Seven-Eleven to get some bread. I guess that's when
he put my clothes on and, uh, made the movie. But I don't know
who he went online with, honest! You gotta believe me!"

Special Agent Dickinson smiled. "A very full account, my boy -
you've done well. Just let Special Agent Boylance play with your
cock while I explain a few things to you. Then you can help the
Bureau with an important mission". The burly federal agent sat
on the couch next to Agent Boylance, who had taken over where
Agent Rogerson left off, stroking and caressing every part of
the boy's naked body, licking his neck, nibbling on his earlobes
and generally keeping him in a disoriented state of excitement.
Up until that evening, Kale had believed that the FBI was
supposed to arrest guys for doing exactly what three of them had
already done to him. But Agent Dickinson's next words were even
more shocking.

"The Bureau has a problem, son", the Agent began. "A huge
problem. There are pedophiles all over the country. They're
everywhere. Thousands of 'em. In all walks of life. Hell, I
ought to know - I am one of them, just like my three fellow
Agents here. The Bureau found out about us years ago, but
because we were good at our jobs, they kept us on. And now ol' J
Edgar has brought the four of us together for a special
assignment. We got formed into a team - Specially Licensed
Undercover Team - and our mission is simple and direct: to
identify every sex pervert in the country and infiltrate his
computer system".

Kale's face showed his puzzlement (as well as his pleasure,
generated by Special Agent Boylance's busy fingers). Why would
these guys want to help catch pedos if they were pedos
themselves? he thought. "Uh, I thought Mister, uh, Hoover was,
er... dead?"

SA Dickinson laughed. "That's just what we call the top brass,
kid - kinda keepin' the old queer's name alive...he's like our
mascot, in a way".

"Now, I can tell you're confused", Agent Dickinson continued.
"You're wondering why we're helping the Bureau against our own
kind. Well, it's like this, kid. If it was just a few drug
smugglers, counterfeiters or terrorists, fine. We'd put 'em out
of business without a second thought. But the pedophile problem
is so widespread. And the men involved are integral parts of the
communities in which they live. They're bank managers, teachers,
policemen, plumbers, and bus drivers. They're short-order cooks
and fishermen, insurance salesmen and  guys that coach little
league teams. Even if we had started building jails twenty years
ago, we'd never be able to house all of them. And even if we
did, society as we know it, without these men, would just cease
to function. These men do essential jobs in the community. We
need them to be where they are. But we have to know who they are
so we can control them. And that's where you come in".

"Me?" piped up Kale in a high voice, just as Special Agent
Boylance licked along his smooth jawline and gave both his
nipples a little squeeze. "What...uhhh, mmm....what can I do?"

"Simple", SA Dickinson replied. "You're gonna star in a movie
for us".

Special Agent Reamer had re-threaded his belt and took over the
explanation from his colleague. "We've had a lot of practice
with computers in the last thirty years - a lot of the software
we use was developed by our own research people. Much of it
hasn't been released to the public. We've developed a technique
for implanting lines of code inside a digital movie in a way
that's almost undetectable. The lines of code are a Trojan - a
program that secretly gets inside a computer's memory, then
sends information back to us here in the Bureau. Information
that identifies the computer's user - the pedophile. We're going
to film a movie, implant the Trojan, then allow the movie to be
widely distributed among pedophiles. They'll break their necks
to get it. And they'll be poisoning their own computers and
incriminating themselves by doing so!"

"But...I...it wasn't me on that webcam! I keep telling you guys
that! Don't you  believe me?" Kale moaned.

Special Agent Reamer gave an evil grin. "Sure we believe you.
You don't think the version we showed to your family was the
complete movie, do you? We've known who the star of that little
performance was all along. We just edited out the head shots".
Special Agent Reamer glanced over at SA Dickinson. "I think it's
time we reunited our little stars, don't you?". Special Agent
Dickinson nodded in reply, and pressed a button on the wall
beside him. The door opened, and two more Agents that Kale had
not previously seen ushered a nude Arron into the room and led
him to the couch. Kale's friend looked a little scared, but his
dick was as stiff as Kale's.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Kale, I had to tell, they said they were going
to...to...", he blubbered.

The six Agents started shuffling towards the door, smiling
broadly. Agent Dickinson was the last man out, and he looked
back at the two nude boys on the couch. "Now you boys rest up a
bit, hear? We'll be starting production on the movie in about
thirty minutes. Do a good acting job and you'll both be back
home by morning - lunchtime at the latest."

Kale was hugging his friend, who was still sobbing quietly. The
prospect of going home did not exactly thrill the boy, much as
he wanted not to be where he was. "But...what about our parents?
Mine think I'm a...a pervert". Arron moaned louder at this, but
Kale tightened his grip on his friend.

"Don't you worry about that, kid. Once I explain to 'em that you
helped your Government, and that further examination of the
webcam revealed you were an innocent party, why, they'll welcome
you right back. And for Arron's folks, well, I'll just use the
same story, only reverse the names".

Half an hour later the two boys were dressed in their own
clothes (from the bags of "evidence") and sitting on a bed in a
room made up to look like a typical twelve-year-old's bedroom -
except for the movie cameras and microphones. SA Dickinson had
taken Kale aside before they two boys entered the room for a
quiet word. "I guess you realise your friend is gay", he
confided.

Kale didn't know how to respond to that - it's one thing to act
gay from time to time, all the boys he knew at school did it now
and then to get their rocks off with each other - it's another
thing entirely to actually be gay.

"Oh, it's all right" the Agent continues. "Many's the time I
wished the boys I went to school with - the straight boys, that
is, boys like you, Kale - had let me suck them off, and more.
You know, if only the straight guys knew how much that would
have helped us gay boys, not to mention getting off themselves,
why, there'd be a lot less of this silly 'gay vs. straight'
nonsense, and a lot more pleasure all around. So what I guess
I'm tryin' to say, Kale, is that I know you're not gay, but I
want you to act like you are for this movie. Give it your best
shot. Arron will get a lot of pleasure out of it, and you will
too, I guess. And I'll get the movie I need for this operation.
Just let yourself go, talk about what you're feeling, and make
sure you give him a good fuck at the end to finish off".

Kale blinked. He kind of suspected Arron was gay, the way he
liked dressing up, and how he said he had to leave his last
school. Kale wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he didn't
have much time to think because he here he was, sitting on a bed
next to Arron, talking about school and stuff for the camera.
Without warning, Arron put his arms around Kale's shoulders and
kissed him. Right on the lips! The two boys slowly slumped back
onto the bed, Arron still kissing Kale. Before he recovered from
the kiss, Kale watched as Arron sat up and began fondling the
front of Kale's Bermuda shorts.

"Let's fool around, Kale", Arron said eagerly, giving Kale the
distinct impression it was a kind of script that Arron had been
told to say. But script or no, he lay back and let his friend
grope the front of his pants. "Let's pull 'em down, Kale, so I
can play with your dick", Arron urged. Amazed by his friend's
apparent complete embrace of the whole movie idea, he simply lay
back and let Arron do what he wanted - which was quite a bit.
Arron grinned as he alternated between playing with the front of
Kale's shorts, and edging the shorts down his hips, until he had
freed Kale's stiff cock and balls from their confines. "I wanna
suck it now, Kale", Arron smirked, going down on the fleshy
goodies.

Kale lay back on the bed, wondering what the hell he had gotten
himself into. Sure, he was getting a blow job from his friend,
and Arron was pretty good at it, but it was going to be on the
Internet soon, or so the FBI guy said. But then the sensations
from his dick overwhelmed his ability to use logic, and he
grabbed Arron's head to stop his up-and-down movement. "That
feels great, Arron, but I wanna fuck you so bad", he whispered
in a manic giggle. Arron's face lit up like a child's on
Christmas morning, which made Kale think that the FBI guy must
have been right all along.

The two boys wrestled with Arron's shorts, finally tearing them
down his pale thighs. Even though this was the first time he had
ever done it, Kale had a fair idea of what was involved, pulling
Arron up to his knees after jerking the shorts off his ankles.
He licked his finger and poked it at Arron's now-exposed hole,
making the other boy giggle, then lined up his boner and pushed.
It was a lot easier than he thought, as he pushed in and out of
the hot orifice. Arron helped by yelling out stuff like "Oh,
yeah, Kale", and "fuck me good, Kale".

With a final grunt Kale slumped on Arron's back, pushing him
down to the sheets. Arron twisted his face around so Kale gave
it a few kisses. He was kinda cute, really, Kale thought. For a
boy, anyway. "Great work, guys!" Special Agent Dickinson
congratulated them, and a few other Agents applauded briefly,
bringing Kale back to earth. "Now, you guys get some sleep,
we'll fix things up with your folks, and you'll be back to your
homes by noon". Kale spooned up closer to Arron as the
Internet's latest porn stars dozed off.

* * *

Just as he promised, Special Agent Dickinson drove Kale back to
his home at around midday. The events of the preceding eighteen
hours already seemed like a blur to the boy. He remembered
humping Arron again during the night, or thought he did - maybe
he dreamed it - and  he had a feeling the cameras were on him
again. There was even a vague recollection of another hand
touching him at some point, which might have been Special Agent
Boylance's, because Kale recalled the particular way his dick
felt under that man's earlier touches...but he might have been
mistaken. He was more worried about the reception he was going
to get at home.

Mom was home, of course, but Dad was there too, even though he
should have been at work. Dillon was watching TV, of course, and
Beth was in the kitchen talking to Mom. What Kale didn't know
was that while he slept the morning away, the FBI agents had
been busy preparing the way for his re-entry into the bosom of
his family. Special Agent Reamer had paid a visit to Beth at the
Mall that morning, and explained to her that it would be in her
interests to go easy on Kale in future, and as a reward for her
co-operation, her parents were going to allow her to date that
scruffy sixteen year old boy she had been meeting in secret
after school every after. Not only that, her parents would never
find out (from the FBI anyway) that she had been giving blowjobs
to said scruffy boy for the past three months. To seal the deal,
SA Reamer told Beth that her continued co-operation would
guarantee that the little bag of drugs found in her boyfriend's
bedroom would never be handed over to the local cops. Beth
naturally leapt at the deal.

Mr Baxter also had a meeting that morning, one which inspired
him to return home to greet Kale on his arrival. It turns out
that Mr Baxter's nineteen year old secretary, who had left town
suddenly two months ago, was pregnant; and Special Agent
Boylance's investigations had uncovered a very generous
severance payment to her from Mr Baxter via the company's
expense account. SA Boylance explained to Mr Baxter that the
last thing the FBI wanted to do was expose any marital
infidelities or financial irregularities that might cause him
problems, and wasn't it good news that the FBI had totally
cleared Kale of any involvement in the making of that kiddy porn
movie? Mr Baxter agreed that it certainly was good news, and he
would be making it up to Kale for his lack of trust in his son
that very same day. Agent Boylance added that it might be
beneficial to cut Bethany a little slack as well, just to keep
the peace, a concept with which Mr Baxter readily concurred.

Special Agent Rogerson had not been idle, either. He had spent
over an hour that morning with Mrs Baxter, assuring her that the
surveillance footage from several retail outlets in the Mall
which appeared to show her shoplifting in the last six months,
had all been confiscated by the FBI. With no evidence, the
shopowners' threats about lawsuits and police charges were
rendered moot. Of course, the video evidence would remain secure
in Federal custody indefinitely, he assured her. As an amazing
coincidence, SA Rogerson added, the same technical investigation
team which had secured that shoplifting footage had been able to
clear Kale of any involvement in the making of that movie which
had so horrified Mrs Baxter only the day before. Mrs Baxter's
relief was palpable. Agent Rogerson also recommended that her
daughter Bethany might benefit socially from being allowed a
little more freedom to meet boys, since in his experience of
domestic strife, too much control over the children's social
life was just as harmful, or in some cases worse, than too
little. Mrs Baxter instantly saw the point Special Agent
Rogerson was making, and decided there would be a few changes
around the house from then on.

So it was a completely unexpected reception that Kale returned
to, just in time for lunch. Taking the wind out of his sails as
soon as he walked in the door was his sister Bethany, who
actually smiled at Kale for the first time in more than a year,
("since she got her first period", Kale thought). "Hey Kale,
sorry about yesterday. Guess I was wrong, huh?" she said, before
turning around and heading upstairs for her bedroom.

"We were all wrong, darling", his Mom added, holding her arms
out for a hug. Kale hesitated, not wanting to appear like a
little boy in front of Special Agent Dickinson, but the Agent
had other ideas and pushed Kale gently forward into his mother's
embrace.

"Your mother's right, son" Mr Baxter added, appearing from the
kitchen. "We, uh, that is, I, uh...should have trusted you more,
believed you...the Federal men explained the mix-up to me, uh,
this morning at work, and I, uh wanted to make sure you knew I
was, you know, okay with everything. And I am. Uh, okay, that
is".

Special Agent Dickinson beamed a big smile before letting
himself out the front door. "Glad everything worked out okay for
you folks", he murmured before departing.

Kale gently extracted himself from his mother's embrace and sat
on the couch. Dillon, seemingly blissfully unaware of anything,
lay on the floor watching his cartoons ("in my favourite spot",
Kale thought for a second, but then shrugged off his annoyance).
Kale gazed at Dillon's smooth legs for a moment, as his younger
brother idly kicked them up and down, engrossed in the
television set. Long, lean legs that disappeared under the hem
of his loose board shorts. Where Dillon's tight little butt was
concealed. Dillon's soft, smooth, tight butt...

Kale shook his head to clear his thoughts. His parents had sat
on the couch with him, expectantly. "Uh, Mom?...Dad?...I've been
kind of thinking about summer vacation, you know? And I thought
about going to grampa and gramma's, and I thought about camp,
and about the job at the video shop and all...I guess what I'm
trying to say is, maybe instead of just doing stuff that I want
to do, I should, uh, help out around here, by, uh, looking after
Dillon? I could take him for bike rides and stuff, maybe go to
the pool for a swim some days, you know...uh, we could camp out
in the back yard, I still got my old tent..."

Mrs Baxter's mouth opened soundlessly in surprise and turned to
her husband. Mr Baxter held his wife around the waist and
blinked back a tear or two. "Well, son, I'm... really glad to
hear you say that. And impressed. It's a sign you're growing up,
offering to take on new responsibilities. And I won't hide the
facts from you, it would have cost us a packet to send you to
camp, or even to my parents, plus getting a sitter for Dillon
sometimes in the next two months. All I can say is, thank you,
and Mom and I would love it if you could do that".

Mr and Mrs Baxter smiled broadly at their older son as Kale
stood up and nudged his brother's ribcage with his toe. "Hey,
Dillon, come on up to my room".

The younger boy rolled over on the floor and whined "But I'm not
allowed in your room, Kale, you said!".

Kale looked at his parents for a moment, then back at his
brother. "Well, you are now. You can go in my room anytime, even
if I'm not there. Now, come on upstairs, and we'll figure out
what we're gonna do all summer. Together."

With a yell of "Neat!" Dillon grinned and leapt to his feet,
following his brother as they raced up the stairway to Kale's
bedroom.

* * *

It took a few days for Dillon to get used to having an older
brother that actually wanted him around, but he was a child of
the computer generation, already accustomed to living in an
ever-changing world. Plus, he thought it was neat that Kale and
he were doing stuff together, like going to the movies, riding
their bikes to the park and playing a little ball; even getting
a soda afterwards was fun.

The unexpected part for Dillon was that everybody seemed to know
who his big brother was. When they rode their bikes down the
street the other day, a man walking his dog waved and called out
"Hi Kale". Then later, the guy  that runs the soda fountain gave
them both a free ice-cream. "On the house, Kale", he had said.
The mailman knew Kale; some guy in a car slowed down and smiled
at them; a cop walking the beat waved at the boys and said "Hey
there, Kale". A bus driver at a bus stop leaned out his window
and said "Lookin' good, Kale". And he wasn't even their regular
school bus driver, Dillon was pretty sure.

"Boy, you sure are popular, Kale", Dillon complimented his big
brother. "Everybody seems to know you".

Kale looked a bit embarrassed by the attention, both from the
people around him and from his younger brother. "Yeah, I guess",
he shrugged. The outing Kale had planned for them that day was
to the local swimming pool, and the two brothers wheeled their
bikes off the pavement and up towards the entrance, where a line
of people had already queued to get in, all trying to beat the
heat.

"Over here, Kale", they heard a man's voice. It was the pool
manager, Mr Franklin. He was well known by all the local boys as
a real mean guy who would put you out of the pool for the
tiniest bit of misbehaviour. But he was waving them to go
through another gate, one where there was no line of people
waiting. "Wheel your bikes in here, they'll be safer than at the
bike stands", he said, as the two dumbfounded boys passed by all
the hot, impatient crowd waiting to get in.

Kale reached for his admission money but Mr Franklin stopped
him. "No charge, boys, it's on me. Good to have you here today",
he added. "Take your pick of the change rooms before all these
others come in, here's some locker keys for you. Come see me at
lunchtime and I'll get you something nice from the shop".

Dillon's respect and admiration of his big brother grew even
further when the two boys exited the dressing rooms. "Did you
two boys forget your hats?", a stern voice challenged them. It
was Bobby, the pool lifeguard. He was a senior, the school
quarterback, and the coolest teen in town. Mr Franklin hired him
as a lifeguard to keep kids in line at the pool. But his voice
softened when the boys turned around. "Oh, it's you, Kale; great
to see you. Don't worry about hats, you guys are cool - hey, you
want some sunscreen?"

Dillon thought it was great that Bobby was putting sunscreen on
his back and tummy, and even greater that such an important
local identity was treating him so good, just because he was
Kale's brother. But what impressed Dillon the most was later,
when a few bigger boys starting moving towards them in a
menacing way, even though the brothers were minding their own
business, and suddenly about half a dozen men materialised from
nowhere and made sure they were safe and not being bullied. "You
okay Kale?" one of them said, forcing the teens to disperse with
a glare, and it looked like the guy could have torn the bullies
in half with his bare hands if he wanted to.

"Uh, yeah, we're fine, thanks", Kale muttered. The two brothers
had no trouble at the pool, that day or any subsequent day.

* * *

The only person missing from Kale's rediscovered summer was
Arron. His parents were not as trusting as the Baxters - they
had previously suffered the humiliation of being hounded out of
a town for having a gay son, and they decided it would be better
if they simply left this town too. Nothing that the FBI men
could say would change their minds - even the earnest entreaties
of Special Agent Reamer, who had gotten to know Arron very well
during his short detention to the field office. Arron knew that
SA Reamer was not the vicious ogre he made himself out to be -
that was all a big act to hide his true, gentle nature.

So when Arron's parents moved out of town, SA Reamer put the
resources of his Agency into tracking them, not a difficult task
as they did not expect to be followed. On learning the name of
the new town, SA Reamer had himself transferred there by the
Bureau, and met up with Arron's folks again, this time offering
himself as a mentor for the boy - a sort of 'manliness coach',
as he put it. Arron's folks were delighted: they jumped at the
opportunity to have their son turned straight by the burly
Agent.

SA Reamer explained to Arron's parents that it might be
beneficial if their son was to have a few 'one-on-one' sessions
with him each week - at the local Police gym, which was also
available to Agents of the Bureau. Dillon's folks were over the
moon -what could be a better atmosphere for their faggot son
than a gymnasium with plenty of positive masculine role models -
and Police at that! Dillon was delighted - he got to meet his
new big friend Agent Reamer at a private room at the gym three
times a week, where the two mismatched lovers took each other to
the heights of passion, the clanking of weights providing the
background notes to their symphony of sex.

* * *

A week into summer, and Dillon couldn't stand it any longer. He
loved the new closeness he had with Kale, and he talked to him
about every conceivable subject except one: the movie he had
watched on the FBI laptop.

"Kale...don't be mad at me...but...was that really you in that
movie, the webcam?" the younger boy ventured.

Kale looked at his brother. They had shared quite a few
experiences in the few days since his return from the FBI
office. Was Dillon ready for the next step? "Well, we can't talk
about it down here", he whispered, furtively looking around the
living room and getting Dillon's attention immediately. "The FBI
guys gave me an important, secret mission. Let's go up to my
room..."

End