Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 16:54:58 +0200
From: Gary Ellis <g.ellis@writeme.com>
Subject: Mark and Gary 3

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE IN THE COUNTRY YOU ARE LIVING, OR READING
THIS STORY, OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN BOYS, OR BOYS AND MEN,
DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY, EXCEPT FOR A VEY SMALL SECTION.

ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON OR
CIRCUMSTANCE IS ACCIDENTAL AND COINCIDENTAL.


The events in this story took place recently in England.

Mark and Gary part 3 of 6


Pat came back into our room with their clothes, and started checking their
phones.

Bingo, he said. I see you two have nice dicks. Here's the part we
need. They're fucked, literally. He called two other guys over. Everybody
was smiling. John and Graham were marched, naked into another room. The two
guys followed. Their handcuffs were taken off.

Name, one of them said, address, age, school, thank you. This interview is
being recorded. Is this your phone?

Yes, John said.

I want you to watch this monitor. You see there's a boy of eleven or twelve
year's old, getting oral sex. This is on your phone. This is class A
pornography. This is a very serious offence.  Possessing images of a child
less than thirteen years of age, having any kind of sex, carries an
automatic custodial sentence. We are from the vice squad. You are to be
detained, and taken to the nearest police station. You have admitted that
this phone is yours. That gives us permission to search your home, without
a search warrant. We will be seizing all the computers we find, DVD's CD's
and memory sticks. They will all be checked in our laboratory. It is
obvious that you are dealing in child pornography. You were arrested with a
considerable amount of cash on your person. Where did it come from?

Somebody owed it to me, John said.

You are selling pornography. That's how you got this money, isn't it, the
man asked? This phone is full of videos of children having sex.

Pat came into the room. He whispered something to one of the men. We have
just been informed that similar images have been found on the other
phone. That will be your phone. It was in your clothes. They are slightly
different images. Can you explain this? You must both be making and selling
pornography. Give me your names and addresses?  I am going to get your
phone now. We are recording all the numbers you have saved or phoned in the
last month.  We will be visiting the homes of all the people whose numbers
you have saved in their memories.

The two vice guys left the room. John immediately grabbed his phone off the
desk. He made a call.  Pat had gone to the food hall. He watched the two
boys rush off. John deleted everything in his phone's memory.

The two vice guys came back in. It looks like that x-ray machine has wiped
out this phone's memory he said. Luckily, we still have your phone. It
don't work either, John said.

We still have that recording on the monitor, and I am sure that when we
seize your computers, and the computers of all the persons you have phoned
in the last month, we will have all the evidence we need. The telephone
companies will be emailing us with those numbers shortly.

I've never seen that video before, John said. That's nothing to do with us.

Pat came back in. We have finished with these boys for now, one of the vice
men said. Our investigations are on-going. You may continue with the theft
investigation.

I've checked you two out, Pat said. You are on suspended licences. You are
going to get another two years on top of that for nicking this watch. You
are bloody idiots. The jewellery shop is prepared to drop the charges, if
you pay for the watch. That's eleven hundred pounds.  We have one hundred
and ninety here. We need the rest now. You will not be getting the watch
back, that goes back into stock. If you can raise that money, you will be
free to go. Here is your phone to make a call. You can get dressed. You
have half an hour to get the cash here, or the deal is off.

After thirty minutes, John was sweating. It's coming he said. Five minutes
tops. The other two boys came rushing in. Here it is, John said. Now let us
out of here.

Pat counted it slowly. It seems to be here, he said, you may go after I
write you out a receipt. I don't want to see you round here again, plus you
two boys must leave your phones for examination. The vice squad want them.

There's nothing on them. Look, they are new, they are empty, honest. They
showed Pat.  Memory empty, it said.

Wait here while I speak to the vice squad, Pat said, and left the room. The
boys ran for it.

We all high-fived. I don't think you will get any more trouble from them
now, Pat said, but if you do, this is a video of the two of them crying
their eyes out, naked, after the strip search. In fact, I think you should
put this on their facebook pages next week, just so that they know you have
it. That watch was mine, by the way. It cost twenty quid. I just put a
dodgy label on it.  And here's all your money back, plus a bit more, eleven
hundred quid.

We hugged Pat and Graham, and thanked them. You were brilliant, we said.


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