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This story has been written in parts, jump to Small Town Volunteer, jump to Part 2 here, jump to part 3 here, jump to Robert's Story The Epilogue here, jump to Helping Angela Out here,.

Small Town Volunteer - Robert's story
by Isabella

Story Code: m/m, M/m, M/f, M/F, F/f, under age, Incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, under age sex

Forward:

Following an interesting weekend Scout camp, I asked Robert why he had suddenly gone against every rule and law in the youth protection industry and encouraged his boy scouts to make love to his girl scouts and this was his story as he told it to me, now I don't know how true the story is, I just cleaned up the swear words, or the worst of the swear words and published it. Now I have to say from the outset, this story is fiction, there is no way Robert could admit to this on a site where six or seven people might see it as it includes several broken laws including some that classify as capitol offenses. I'll just leave you to make up your own mind about what is real and what is fantasy.

Robert's Story.

I'm Robert Black, married with two sons, Robert Jr. and Simon, I'm only thirty eight years old but I feel that I came from a totally different age. When I was sixteen, I left the mixed comprehensive school that I loved, and loved in if I'm honest. I started my interest in sex at the age of eleven when I first started at the town comprehensive school and the teacher in my first class sat me in between two lovely eleven year old girls. I went out on a date with one girl that first Friday evening and the other girl the next afternoon. The year was 1985 and mothers back then were a whole lot different to the mothers of 2012, no one batted an eyelid when an eleven year old girl told her mother that she was going out to play with an eleven year old boy and in the six years I spent at that school, I dated every girl in my year and a lot of the girls in the year below me.

I'm not saying I had sex with all of them but from the age of twelve, I pretty much expected to have sexual activity in the realms of, first date, first base, second date, second base, third date, third base etc. And of the one hundred and twenty girls in my year at school, I guess that I had sex with at least thirty of them and never a condom in sight or mind.

Our town had one mixed sex faith 'High School' and one, the one I went too, mixed sex comprehensive or as they called them back then, a Secondary Modern School. Both schools were competing for the same cohort of children and both were reasonably well supported. In 1980 the Tory government started to list how well schools were performing and it turned out that my school was only getting half the exam results that the faith school got.

In 1983, a rich local man passed away and instead of leaving his fortune to the cats and dogs home, he set up a trust to build the faith school a new building, actually, he left so much money and land that they built a new school, bigger than the old school on a new site a mile away and then they knocked the old school down and built a twin to the new school a mile away, an exact mirror image of each other.

Being a faith school, once they had two schools, they made one an all girls school and the other an all boys school, they opened their doors as single sex the semester after I left school, there was a mad rush by parents to move their children from an old, poorly funded and failing council school to the brand new school with a proven track record of churning out examination passers rather than examination failures.

The rot set in from then really, separating the boys and girls at school and changing attitudes of parents to their children playing out with their friends, friends of either sex, put the brakes on young adults developing their sexual skills. When Robert Jr. was of an age where I expected the sap to rise, around eleven or twelve years old, there was nothing and Simon was even less interested.

I knew that the scouting movement had reformed many years earlier and some Troup's allowed girls to join, our town had Scouts; they didn't have enough boys to make up two full patrols though and only one leader. I took a leaders course and joined the scouts with my two sons and an arm full of ambition and enthusiasm.

Sadly, I discovered that I was too late, well, that wasn't strictly true, I discovered, just after starting my scout leader training that both of my son's had been 'got at' by a local pervert or rather perverts.

All young adults or teenagers need sexual stimulation of some kind, it is just nature and when governments interfere with things by setting unrealistic age of consent laws, they just leave the doors wide open for the perverts who are happy to break the law.

What happened to my boy's I hear you ask, well, I'll tell you, then I'll explain how I broke the law too, in more ways than one!

In the town we have an old building that the kids all call the 'Bomb site', the kids all told each other that the building had been hit by German bombers in the Second World War. No one seemed interested that I started my apprenticeship there in 1990 but the company went bust before I finished my training, anyway, they took the roof off to save them having to pay rates on the huge building, the land was sold to a supermarket and put into their land bank for the future.

All the boys in the area were told never to go near the empty site as it was very dangerous, we parents assumed that the danger would come from loose brickwork, holes in wooden floors or broken glass. No one ever thought that the danger would be far more sinister.

A local boy, David Burdette, met Robert Jr. on the local park, they kicked a ball around all afternoon and arranged to meet on the park the following Saturday. David talked Robert into following him into the bombed out building. David had a sectret stash of gentlemen's periodicals hidden in the old building. The two boys sat in a corner, well hidden from the outside world and as they read the books and magazines, David took his cock out and masturbated himself.

My son had been masturbating himself by then, I think most boys, hell, most boys and girls masturbate in the privacy of their bedroom, like I said before, they need sexual release of some kind. David arranged to meet my son the following day, the Sunday, in the afternoon. This time, instead of taking Robert to his stash of books, he took him to the old electricity substation, the only part of the site with a roof and the only part of the building with a sturdy door with a working lock.

Robert was surprised to find that the door was unlocked, even more surprised to find that the padlock and hasp were totally fake, the door opened easily even though it looked like it was still locked.

David closed the door and slid a bolt home to hold the door closed, as soon as the sound of the bolt sliding home rang out the darkness of the windowless room changed to brighter than daylight with four powerful lights, mounted on tripods standing around a workbench in the centre of the room. Robert Jr. realised that there was someone else in the room, the other side of the powerful lights so they remained in darkness.

David went to an old workman's bench, there was a dirty magazine, not just the kind that every schoolboy had seen at least once in his school life, this booklet was foreign, not just photographs of a woman's tits with her legs closed showing off a little hair but no more, this magazine had naked women with their legs wide open and naked men with erections, then the two coming together in glorious Technicolor.

David spread the magazine out on the bench and invited Robert to take control of the page turning, David stood a little behind Robert, he was whispering in Robert's ear, asking him if he liked to see the man's cock in the woman's cunt, Robert nodded his head, then David reached round Robert's front and began to rub the front of Robert's trousers. David encouraged Robert to flip to the next page and as soon as he had, David began to pull Robert's zipper down, the next page and David eased Robert's cock out from his underpants, not through the little hole though, David had pulled the front of Robert's underpants down and hooked the waistband under Robert's balls.

As Robert looked at the pictures, David began to masturbate him slowly, then to Robert's total shock and surprise, as he was looking at the woman in the book sucking the man's cock, David got on his knees and began to suck Robert's cock. While David was giving Robert the most pleasure he had ever felt in his life, he felt another set of hands begin to unfasten his trousers and began to pull them down. With trousers and underpants around his ankles, Robert felt fingers gently pulling his bottom cheeks apart, then a finger rubbing around his bum-hole. Robert began to spurt into David's mouth and David swallowed it all down.

As Robert was climaxing he felt something cold and wet against his bottom, Vaseline was being rubbed around his anal muscle and at the crucial moment, a finger was tentatively eased past his anal muscle. There was no real pain during that first invasion of his bottom-hole, in fact quite the opposite; Robert's pleasure was greatly increased by the feeling in his bottom at the point of his climax.

David stood up wiping his mouth, he found another book, placed it in front of Robert, this time the book was a man fucking a woman up her bum instead of her cunt. David once again stepped behind Robert, he began whispering in Robert's ear, talking to him about the pictures in the book, while David was whispering, he was rubbing his own cock, rubbing it with his hand and then rubbing his cockhead against Roberts thigh, then against his bum cheeks and finally, David was squarely behind Robert, rubbing his cockhead up and down Robert's bum crack. David was carefully taking a little of the Vaseline on his cockhead as it passed over Robert's bum hole, then, David leaned in slightly and eased his cockhead up Robert's bum.

David took his time and great care while invading Robert's arse, gradually increasing in speed and force until David fell against Robert's back gasping through his own climax. When David pulled his cock out of Robert's bum, he squatted down and pulled Robert's bum cheeks open while Robert felt David's semen dribble out.

David sucked Robert's cock again until Robert was hard again, then David asked Robert if he would like to do the same to him, "What suck your cock?" "No silly, fuck my bum!" Robert was unsure but David persuaded him to try it, as Robert stood behind David he was aware that whoever was in the room with them was actually taking photographs with a professional standard digital camera.

Robert felt very little resistance when his cock finally lined up with David's bottom, Robert fucked David far more vigorously than David had fucked Robert but David seemed to enjoy himself under Roberts fucking attention.

It took Robert quite a while to cum up David's bum as he had climaxed just twenty minutes earlier and after pulling out Robert was about to step back but a hand stopped him, Robert was pushed onto his knees and the man took Robert's hands and placed them on David's bum cheeks and got him to open David's crack, then the man knelt at Robert's side and photographed up close, capturing Robert's face and Robert's spunk dribbling out of David's bum.

David turned around and pressed his cock against Robert's lips and Robert sucked David's cock, just as David had done to him earlier. Once again, Robert could see that the man was photographing everything that Robert was doing to David.

The man pressed a five pound note into Robert's hand and thanked him for an entertaining afternoon. David dressed and encouraged Robert to do the same, then both boys left the room, as David pulled the bolt back on the door, the lights were turned off and the room fell into total darkness just before the door opened.

Robert Jr. was very confused by everything that had happened in the room, it was very enjoyable but frightening at the same time and David's reaction after leaving the room was also very confusing, David ran, like a frightened rabbit, away from Robert. David running the way he did confirmed that what they had done had been totally wrong but Robert tried to put it all out of his mind.

Robert Jr. found himself walking past the bombed out building often over the next few days, David was studiously avoiding him, Robert hadn't even seen him ay school since that Sunday afternoon. Robert often stood and looked at the padlock on the steel door into the old electricity substation, he really wanted to know if there were any other people in the room doing sexual things or if the books were still in the old building waiting for someone to just go in and take them.

But Robert knew enough to know what he and David had done was wrong, so he always just turned on his heels and returned to the park to kick his ball against the fence as he usually did when playing alone. The following Saturday, Robert was on the park hoping to find someone, anyone who would play football with him, Robert did have a brother, Simon but Simon wasn't interested in playing out, not interested in kicking a ball about, Simon was more interested in reading in his bedroom or playing on his computer game, Robert and Simon were as different as chalk and cheese.

Robert had kicked his ball against the fence for the thousandth time that day when he saw Mr. Patterson, the old man who worked in the flower shop, walking towards him. The man had a large envelope in his hands, he asked Robert to go over to the picnic table with him for a moment.

Mr. Patterson showed Robert the front of the envelope, it had Robert's address on the front and it was addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Black, all typed up and official looking, it also had a stamp on it so it was ready for posting. Mr. Patterson had Robert's full attention as he opened the flap of the envelope and tipped its content out onto the table.

Robert gasped when he saw eight by ten glossy photographs, the photographs were numbered, number one showed Robert sucking David's cock, Robert's face was very clear but he could have been sucking anyone's cock as David's face was hidden from the photograph. Picture two was of Robert fucking David's bottom, picture three was of Robert pulling David's bum cheeks open, exposing a very red, sore looking bum-hole with frothy white cream leaking out.

Robert felt sick, he knew what he and David had been doing was wrong but David had been in the driving seat in everything, the pictures made it look like it was Robert doing things to David rather than the real truth. Mr. Paterson left Robert for a few moments to mull things over in his mind before he spoke, "It's up to you weather I post this to your parents or not!" Robert had a thousand questions running through his head but the only one that came out was "How?"

"This time, I want you to do what David did with you, you have a younger brother, I want you to bring him to the bombed out building with you tomorrow afternoon after lunch, to the room with the steel door, it will be open just like last Sunday. Bring Simon in and do to him exactly what David did to you while I take a few photographs, just like last time!" Mr. Patterson started to walk away but stopped, "Don't let me down Robert, if you don't turn up with Simon on Sunday, the pictures will turn up at your house on Tuesday morning!"

Robert ran home and ran straight up to his brother's room. Simon may have been younger than Robert but he was far more grounded, he read a lot and played logic type games, so when Robert explained what had happened, Simon was all for going straight to their parents and telling them the whole story but Robert was sure that his father would kill him and that his mother would be very upset.

Simon agreed to go with his brother to the bombed out building but he still insisted that the smart move would be to tell their parents rather than carry on letting the old man get away with it again. Robert's hair was a sandy blond colour and the texture of straw, Simon's hair was platinum blond and very fine, in the slightest breeze Simon's hair would almost take off as it waved in the air. Julie, the boy's mother had the exact same hair that Simon had, from time to time, Julie Black would use spray in / wash out, colour and had a large collection of different shades in the bathroom to choose from.

On Sunday afternoon, Simon mixed a little of his mother's Auburn spray with a little styling jell, then he plastered his flyaway hair down so that it totally changed his appearance, he also put on dark glasses and dressed in some of Robert's clothes, so the Simon that Robert took to the bombed out building looked like a totally different boy to his brother.

Robert felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement as he pulled the door open on the totally dark void that had once held electricity transformers and switchgear. Simon walked into the darkness willingly, just as Robert had done himself a week earlier, the difference was though, Simon knew what he was walking into but still did it willingly, Robert had no idea what was going to happen the week before but now, he was concentrating hard on what he had to do to his brother. Robert had spent a week trying to forget what had happened and now he had to try and remember down to the smallest detail what David had done to him, so that he could do it to his brother.

Robert closed the door and threw the bolt closed and just as had happened the week before, the lights fired up as soon as the door was secured. Robert guided his brother to the table and opened the dirty book; Simon happily took over the pages of the book while Robert clumsily opened his younger brother's trousers. Robert wasn't doing things exactly the same way that David had done it to him, but then David had been careful not to upset Robert as Robert hadn't known what to expect, Simon had made Robert go over what had happened several times, so Simon didn't need to be 'played' the way that David had played Robert.

Another difference was, when Robert went down on his knees to suck his younger brother's cock, Simon stood upright and put his hands on the back of Robert's head and Simon more fucked Robert's mouth, than Robert simply sucking Simon off. At the point that Robert knew that the man in the room would be exploring his brother's bottom, Robert felt Simon spread his legs and bend forward slightly, then Simon's thrusting became more vigorous as he began to back on to the man's finger, encouraging the man to push his Vaseline covered finger ever further up his arse hole.

When Simon finally ejaculated into Robert's mouth, he was pulling Robert's face hard against his groin to ensure that his brother didn't spill a single drop of his seed. As soon as Simon had finished filling Robert's mouth he turned back to the workbench and bent forward, he opened his own bum cheeks and Robert saw the volcano like rim of Vaseline formed around the tightly puckered anal muscle, Robert realised that Simon was just making things easier for his brother to cope with what he had to do by making it seem like he was enjoying it so much.

Robert fucked his brother's arse-hole, it was obvious that Robert was hurting Simon much more than he had hurt David the previous week but even so, Simon came close to another orgasm just from having his anus raped. Then there was the change over and Simon sucked Robert's cock, Simon made a much better job of the sucking than David did, Simon was much better at it than David was. Simon wasn't as gentle as David had been when it came to his turn to fuck Robert's arse though, either that or Simon's cock was a little bigger, as Simon spunked up in Robert's anus, Robert realised that the difference this week was that there was no pre-lubrication as there had been the week before.

When they left the room Simon was on a real high, there was no running away this time, the two boys walked home, Robert silent and sullen and Simon chattering away like an excited monkey. Once in their house Simon hugged Robert, "That was great, pity that someone was in there watching and photographing the whole thing, I do hope that we can try again, but this time we'll do it on our own at home.

Well, everyone knows that a blackmailer never stops blackmailing. Mr. Patterson approached Robert in the park the following week, he was surprised when he saw that Simon was blond, rather than Auburn haired and didn't wear glasses, it dawned on the old man that Simon had protected himself but no one could protect Robert Mr. Patterson still had the pictures of Robert and David so he turned his attentions back to Robert, Robert was instructed to find another boy of similar age to Simon or younger, Robert would have to find a boy and groom him in the same way that he had been groomed by David.

The envelope was thrown on the floor; the photographs were of no use to Mr. Patterson's group if they couldn't be used to blackmail the boy in the photographs into perpetuating the victim recruitment process. Simon picked the envelope up and went through the pictures inside it. "Hey, this looks like I was good at sex, it's a shame that I dyed my hair for it, nobody will believe it's me now. You do realise that we will have to tell dad now, they won't let you go, they'll just keep blackmailing you into doing more and more things, badder and badder things!"

Simon had to almost drag his older brother back home, he managed to get me on my own, he knew that his mother would freak out if she found out what was going on. Simon explained everything to me, the disguise and how they thought that the florist would let Robert go if they followed his instructions but that they now realised that Mr. Patterson would never let Robert go free, he would just keep on using the photographs to blackmail him.

I reacted in the only way a father could, I hugged both of my sons to my chest, I told them to look after their mother and I left the house calmly on the surface but a boiling mad volcano on the inside. I knew that the florists shop had a kitchen and living room at the back of the shop and bedrooms above. I also knew that there was a chance that the shop would be closed for lunch, in our small town, many shops didn't open after lunch on a Saturday.

I drove past the front of the shop a 'Closed for lunch' sign hung on the door so I parked around the corner. I went down a back alleyway and climbed the wall at the rear of the shop; I could see old man Patterson at his cooker cooking his lunch. I shoulder charged the back door, it didn't take any effort at all, I obviously wasn't the first person to force that door open. Patterson turned and made a lunge for a bread knife that was on the kitchen table, I dived to intercept, shoulder charging Mr. Patterson out of the way. I caught the man off balance, dropping him to the floor by the doorway into the shop, unfortunately too close to the doorway; his head struck the door frame as he headed down for the floor.

I knew enough about first aid to know that the old man wouldn't be getting to his feet anytime soon, if at all. I checked his throat for a carotid pulse and when I felt nothing, I found a small mirror and held it in front of his nose and mouth, no fogging, no life!

I knew enough about basic law to know that I was in trouble, real trouble. If I had walked in through the open front door or been invited in to the kitchen, I would probably have been charged with manslaughter, with the extenuating circumstances I might not even have served a custodial sentence. As it was, I had gone there in a rage, I had broken into the shop and I had killed the owner, there was only one charge for killing someone while committing a crime and that was murder, no extenuating circumstances in the world would keep me out of prison.

The father in me took over, I had ruined my own life but I might be able to save my son and perhaps other boys too. I quickly searched the living room and then the bed rooms, I found Patterson's library of photograph albums, ten large albums in total, they were filled with similar photosets to the ones Simon had shown me, the first picture had an address label against it, the boy's name, his address, his date of birth and his phone number. I found the first boy in the first album, Patterson had been blackmailing boys for twenty years. I didn't search for Robert's pictures, to be honest; I just didn't want to see what they had done to my son.

My mind went back to the kitchen, Patterson had been cooking chips, the chips were still cooking. I piled the photo albums up in the middle of the back bedroom, then I found the camera and a laptop, which I added to the top of the pile. I scooped the chips out of the boiling oil and scattered them all around the floor around the cooker.

I took the still bubbling oil up into the back bed room; I poured it all over the pile of porn and set it on fire. I closed the bedroom door and ran down the stairs. I extinguished the pilot lights on the cooker and was thankful that Patterson had been too cheap to replace his thirty year old cooker for a newer, safer model. I opened the oven door, turned on the taps for the gas to the oven, the grill and all four rings. The gas poured out of the cooker so fast that it was choking me as I headed for the back door and closed it behind me.

I climbed over the wall again and I sat in my car. I knew that there was a simple principal in physics, gas escaping from the kitchen up through the cracks in the ceiling and floorboards would feed and intensify the fire I had started in the back bedroom above the kitchen but the house wouldn't explode until the fire burned through the wooden door and a naked flame was exposed to the gas climbing the stairs and filling the other two bedrooms. When it came the explosion was spectacular, I drove away from the town centre to the sound of a road full of burglar alarms ringing and the light of bright red flames rising from where the shop's roof had been.

I went to my local pub and had a drink. As I sat there mulling over how things had been allowed to happen, when I was younger, as soon as I started to have thoughts of sex, I had girls to concentrate on, our kids didn't have that anymore. I needed to get our boys and girls to get together so that the doorway for perverts was closed forever. It had dawned on me that Mr. Patterson was just a focal point and that it was obvious that he was enlisting young boys to feed a much larger group of men who were the main users of the boys for sex.

That was how I formulated my plan to get girls into the scouts and show the local boys that they could focus on girls sexually and hopefully, just maybe, I would close the doors on adults taking advantage of kids in our small corner of the world at least.

Funnily enough, in my attempts to open our local youth up to the idea of 'normal' sex, I had become the fixation point of a young woman, Jess Goodwin. I had been intimate with Jess's mother so Jess knew me quite well and Jess had set me up as her target to lose her cherry too. I didn't really want to have sex with her. I'm no saint, don't get me wrong. I see a huge difference between a man wanting a girl and grooming her for sex and a girl picking out a man and wanting him to fuck her. I wouldn't have hesitated usually but for the fact that I was a friend and lover of her mother, a friend and lover who knew her mother nine months before she was born and there was a slight possibility that I could be Jess's father!

I did fuck her, a few days after the infamous Scout camp. Jess had sex with four boys at the camp to get herself ready for sex with me; she had to do that as my cock was so huge I would have split her wide open if I had tried to take her cherry. I fucked her in the spare bedroom of our ever helpful village volunteer; Vicky was always willing to help anyone out with a problem. I fucked Jess and while Jess recovered I fucked Vicky as she lay next to Jess and Jess was kissing Vicky passionately on the lips, very erotic and after I had packed both girls full of my semen, I watched as they entertained me by eating my spunk out of each other.

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Epilogue:

Now you do know that you are the only person I've told about this, so if it gets out I'll know it was you who blabbed. If you have to tell anyone, especially that blabbermouth Isabella, change Robert's name to something else and make it Mr. Jones at the bakers and not Mr. Patterson at the florists because you know if Isabella hears about it she'll blog it all over the internet.

After listening to Robert's 'confession' and then running it over and over again in my head as I was trying to make it into an entertainment for you I've been thinking about some of the things that I've seen around our local town but just ignored as everyday occurrences. Like the guy who owns the Bristol 403, one of the most beautiful motorcars that I have ever seen in my life. I had seen him so many times parked at the side of the park in town, I had walked past the car so often, sometimes I'd pass it three or four times in one day because it looked so gorgeous.

The man usually had a pack of playing cards in his hands and he seemed to alternate between watching the boys playing football and flicking through his pack of cards. After writing Robert's story I started to question some of the things that I had seen, like the day that I was waiting for the boss opposite the park, the smart business man in his beautiful 1953 sports car had suddenly jumped out and called out to a boy walking across the park. I had taken no notice of it at the time but now that I was questioning things I managed to find the little video my mind took at the time and filed under 'unimportant - every day activities'.

The man had called out a name, it had been something like David Burdock but having listened to Robert's story, it could have just as easily been David Burdette, the boy from Robert's story. In the mental video I was running, the man had shown David one of his playing cards, words were exchanged and David nodded his head. Then Man and boy walked back to the Bristol 403 and the boy got in the passenger side and I remembered thinking to myself 'Lucky sod, I'd give anything to ride in a car like that!' I had seen money pass between man and boy but again, I had thought nothing of it.

I also remembered that as the bus took me home I had seen the Bristol parked outside of a farmhouse that had a 'For Sale' board outside, I would have said from the car, the way the man was dressed and his carriage that he was a solicitor or an accountant but he could have been an estate agent but just didn't look sleazy enough.

The next time I drove past the farmhouse that was for sale in my memory I looked over, it was still up for sale but the drive in front of the house was still empty. On my way back from town I almost forgot to look, I was past the driveway when I spotted the Bristol in my mirror; I knew that there was a lay-by a quarter of a mile ahead and an easy footpath back to the house.

I have no idea why I had pulled into the lay-by and even less of an idea why I walked back to the house. I did know though, that if challenged, I would claim to be interested in the house and wanted to look around the outside before approaching the estate agents for a guided inspection.

I got up close to the house, I didn't know if I should try to conceal my approach or not, if I had tried sneaking up on the place I could hardly claim an innocent reason for my interest if caught, so I just strode up to the front door and knocked. I waited a reasonable amount of time before I looked into the front windows, the two rooms at the front of the house were empty, no furniture or people.

I walked down the side of the house and up to the kitchen windows, I saw the man that I recognised as the driver of the Bristol 403, he had his back to the window and was standing in front of the only bit of furniture that I had seen so far, a large refectory table. I should have been shocked but I wasn't even surprised to see that the man was naked and between him and the table was a young boy, naked and kneeling on the dirty floor. The boy was obscured behind the man but I didn't really need to see exactly what the boy was doing, I could guess from the positioning and the movement that the boy was sucking the man's cock, and the boy was putting a hell of a lot of effort into doing it too.

The back door was ajar so I could hear the man's breathing and his whispered encouragement to the boy, I also heard, "If I give you another five, can I fuck you too?" The boy broke off his sucking, "Only if you use a condom!" "I'll give you twenty if I can do it without!" The boy stood up and held out his hand, now that I could see him standing he looked around thirteen years old. The man bent to his trousers and found his wallet retrieved two ten pound notes and handed them to the boy.

Once the money was safely in the boy's trouser pocket on the floor, the boy bent over the table and took a hold of each edge of the table, then the man stepped up behind the boy and I watched as the man prised the boy's butt cheeks open, he inspected the boy's hole and then guided his cock to its target and began to fuck the boy.

As I watched the man's cock slide into the boy's arse hole a shiver ran down my spine but that was quickly quenched when the boy cried out in pain and the boy sobbed with each thrust the man made and to me looking on, the more the boy cried out, the more excited and violent the man became in his fucking.

Well before the man climaxed I couldn't stand the sound anymore, I walked off, back past the car, I tried the door handle, it was open, I sat in the car, such a pity that a lovely car like that was owned by such a sodomite like him. I spotted the pack of playing cards I had seen the man flicking through so often, I picked them up, there were fifty or so cards, the size of playing cards with a picture of a naked boy on one face and the boy's details on the other.

The top card was the picture of the boy in the kitchen with the car's owner. I don't know what came over me, but I put the playing cards in my pocket and walked back to my car. I just sat there, I have no idea why but thirty minutes later the man drove past the lay-by, he was alone in the car, I started the car's engine and gunned it out onto the road, I couldn't turn right and just go back to the farm because of the grass median separating the two caraways, the fastest way back to the farm was to take the next left, go down to the village on the top road and leave the village on the bottom road, that would put me about a half a mile away from the farmhouse but heading in the right direction.

It took close to ten minutes to get back to the farmhouse; I drove right up to the door and ran for the back of the house. The boy was still face down on the table sobbing, still gripping tightly to the table's edge. The boy's anus was torn; there was a mixture of blood and semen running down the backs of the boy's legs. I took a tissue from my handbag and wiped the mess from the boy's legs and his bottom.

I knew that his name was Timothy from his playing card. I asked him if he needed to go to the hospital, the sight of blood coming out of the boy's bottom worried me a lot but Timothy said no. Timothy slid off of the table and he started to get dressed, I offered him a lift home as we were a few miles outside of town but again he refused, "I can't go home yet, not until my mum finishes work!"

Tim could hardly walk the pain from his bottom was so great, "Well, at least come home with me until the pain goes away!" Timothy accepted that offer. Just the drive to my house caused the boy a great deal of pain. I ran a hot bath with salt in it, gave the boy some Tylenol and left him to soak for an hour. Tim walked in my living room, he was naked, he had an erection and he expected me to want to use it. Timothy was shocked that I didn't want to use him for sex; he really did expect me to be like the men he met in the park. I gave him some food and a hot drink and asked him how he came to be selling his body in the empty farmhouse.

Timothy's story was almost exactly how Robert had told me his son was 'recruited', only they didn't take him to the bombed out building, he was photographed at the farmhouse. I asked Tim why he let the guy do what he did to him for just a few pounds, "Well, if I say no, he can send the pictures of me to my parents, I might as well take some money off of him if he's going to do it anyway, at least that guy always asks first, some of the men just do it, some even hit you as well!"

I told Timothy that I thought the pictures that they were using to blackmail him could have been destroyed in a recent fire and even though I was enjoying looking at him sitting next to me in the nude I suggested that he get dressed, while he was dressing I phoned Robert.

Timothy and I sat talking when Robert turned up, Tim looked like he was about to jump out of the window when he saw Robert, it took Robert quite a while to calm Timothy down, eventually I left them talking and sat in the garden for a while. After two hours of talking Robert convinced Tim to let him take him home and talk to his parents for him. Timothy had been used by at least ten local men and more than once each and there were also men from further afield who passed through from time to time, so Tim had been involved in sex with about fifteen different men as well as eight or nine other boys while men watched and photographed the acts.

It was a week later when Robert came back to see me, things had gone well with Timothy's parents, they didn't want the police involving but they did take the boy to the doctor's to get him checked out for STD's etc. Robert got lots of tracing information from Timothy about the men who used him, car types, registration numbers; places they used for sex, one guy had even taken Tim to his house. "Will you come with me, I've decided to challenge the first man at his house but his wife might be around so I might need you to run blocker on her, take her into the garden or help her to make tea or something.

I didn't relish the thought of challenging a man in his own home but I went along with Robert. I had a very pleasant walk in the garden with the wife while Robert talked to the man. When we left Robert had a computer on his back seat and a folio full of photographs. "He shit himself when I told him I'd be happy to return with the police if he didn't cooperate, I told him that we were talking to at least two boys that he had blackmailed into sex and as one was only twelve years old if we had to dig deeper it would be a capitol charge, not just a simple aggravated rape!" "Who did you say WE were?" "I told him that we were an unspecified government department!" "What are you going to do with his PC?" "Erase any illegal content, then bleach the free space with an American program. It leaves a message for the FBI that the drive has been sanitised to National Government Standard NGS 2725 and that deleted files cannot be retrieved, then I'll return it to him!"

I asked what he intended to do with the other men, "Well, my friend back there gave me four names and addresses of his friends, the one who recruited him into the group and the two that he introduced. I'm guessing that he'll be ringing them around now to warn them that I'll be calling!"

Robert took the computer to my house, he slipped a memory stick into the USB slot and started working through several thousand pictures, a few innocent family type pictures but the majority were porn, mostly hard core and about half of them had participants that looked under sixteen years old.

All of the illegal pictures were moved from the computer and onto the memory stick but to find the illegal pictures Robert and I had to sit through several thousand pictures and videos of some of the most hard-core porn I'd come across in my life before.

Once the computer had been stripped of all of its illegal content and the internet history had been copied and emptied in the guy's hard drive as well as the guy's contact's list from his email account, Robert ran a program that was already loaded onto the memory stick before he started, the program was called something like 'Clean Sweep' or something like that. When Robert started the program running it started to fill the hard disk drive with a string of "1's" before running through again changing the !1's" into "0's", it repeated the process five times in total before adding the comment that the HDD had been cleaned to government standards. The whole process was going to take at least two hours to complete, Robert was looking at his lap, his cock was hard and it was fighting against the material of his trouser leg to get out, the head of his cock almost reached his knee.

"I don't suppose that I could ask for a little more help from you, help with this that is, if I masturbate myself to get rid of it I'll feel like I'm as much of a pervert as the man I took it from!" I was grateful that evolution hadn't encumbered me with such a tell-tale sign of sexual arousal; I could blame my signal off as a little cold draught.

Robert and I fucked for over an hour solid and I was really grateful for that after looking at all that porn. We were in the living room again, the program had finished sanitising the computer's hard drive and a message had been placed on the hard disk that it had been sanitised to government standards, the message had been placed in such a way that it couldn't be erased unless the hard disk had been totally reformatted and the date it was done, the idea was, if the program had been used on a criminal's computer to hide a crime, the Law Enforcement Agencies would know that it had been done and wouldn't start looking too deeply in the hard drive for evidence unless the suspected crime had been committed since that date.

Robert's mobile phone rang, "Yes, that's me.........I'm not sure I can offer you the same deal as........OK, I'll come and see you and if you cooperate, I'll see how far I can go to protect you, I'll come over now, are you alone?...........Okay, make sure that you have everything ready to go and make your mind up to tell me the truth, if I don't think you're being straight with me, then you'll be the first to go down!"

Robert closed the call, "Did you give them your phone number?" "I brought a twenty pound pay as you go phone, can't be traced to me in any way, when this is all over I'll just throw the sim-card into the fire!"

Once again I went with Robert, first to the computer's owner and Robert handed it back to him before moving on to the man who had recruited the first man. I listened to the man's confession, he had books, an expensive digital camera and ten photo albums, Robert opened the front cover, saw the first boy and closed it again, "I've seen all of these pictures before!" "It's a standard collection!" Robert realised that this guy was actually that areas Mr. Patterson's counterpart and Robert put him through some tough questioning to confirm that fact.

"I'm really interested in putting the psychopath with the Bristol 403 behind bars more than the rest of you, but I'll be happy to wrap you all up together and post you through the doors of Maximum Security for the rest of your lives!" "That's Brian, Brian Robson, he likes the younger boys than the rest of us usually go for, so he had set up a breakaway group but he still has his contact cards for our boys!"

Robert asked for evidence on Brian specifically, "Well, we all take films of the men we introduce into the group, it protects us from investigative journalists, if they aren't willing to perform in front of the group, we don't trust him in the group!"

In the man's pc, he had named all of the group members, "If you search through, pictures of the boy's just have numbers, the films and pictures that have group members taking part have their real names, just look for Brian Robson in my files!" He gave Brian's home address, the company he worked for and his telephone number before we left with all the evidence.

It was going to be a very late night, Robert had to go through twelve thousand pictures and move all of the ones with under age boys in them, and, as it turned out, the guy was an equal opportunities pervert, there were underage girls as well as under age boys in his picture collection. It was about two AM when Robert finally left my home, after he gave me one last good fuck to take the edge off of what we had been looking at on the pc.

Robert had a meeting with the head of the boy's school, fortunately, all of the pictures that we had were of boys who were over eleven so Robert only had to go to one school instead of four. There were the girls too but Robert was sure that they weren't local girls; the school uniform that most of the girls wore weren't our local uniform. Robert had doctored the pictures he showed the headmaster, so that only the boy's heads and shoulders were on show.

As soon as the head saw the pictures of so many of his boys, topless and so very obviously in sexually compromising positions, he agreed to call all of the boys on Robert's list into a meeting in a free classroom, the headmaster and Robert talked to the boys, Their parents were all contacted and each boy sat in the headmaster's office with the headmaster, Robert and the boy's parents as Robert explained what had happened to the boys. Each of the parents were left to contact the police or not, it was their choice even though the headmaster really wanted to dump the whole thing in the lap of the police.

Robert had, at a stroke, removed all of the local boys from the grasp of the group of men who had been using them and he had one final task, he had erased twenty or so hard drives worth of underage porn and collected all the data on websites they had visited and all the contact lists of people that had been emailing. Robert had no qualms about handing all of that information over to the police, anonymously of course. After seeing the evidence, especially all the pictures with Brian Robson in them, the police would set up automated 'sniffer' dog programs, looking out for the email users, they were all using untraceable email accounts, so, providing the men didn't contact each other ever again, the police wouldn't trace them, and the websites they had been using, the police would leave them open but would have IP tracing added into the website's control algorithm.

I was there when Brian Robson phoned Robert; Robert had added the mobile number that had been given to him by the group's leader, so he was able to ignore the call, there would be no way out for Brian Robson.

Robert had made sure that all the boys that we knew had been involved in sex with the men had been tested for STD's and those that were had taken the cure. So many of the boys actually said that they wanted to still have gay sex rather than heterosexual sex, Robert's own son Simon was one of those boys for example. Robert actually made a sub-group of the local youth club to cater for the boys, providing them with condoms and a safe place to 'play', it wasn't Robert's choice but he firmly believed in the boys right to choose and he even managed to convince the children's parents that it was better for their sons to have an outlet that was safe and controlled than to let then become pray to the next passing man.

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This story has been written in parts, jump to Small Town Volunteer, jump to Part 2 here, jump to part 3 here, jump to Robert's Story The Epilogue here, jump to Helping Angela Out here, .

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