Perverts 'R' Us

Francis Gets Abused - Part 1

By Francissy ( M/b )

Until that day when I was caught stealing apples, I had only ever once stood naked before a strange man (apart from the family doctor). That was when I was eight. We were on holiday at Butlin's camp in North Wales.

All the children had been taken down to the beach by Redcoats for the sandcastle building competition. I was with a friend I had made (whose name I forget). After it was over, we went off together into the dunes to play with plastic soldiers. We were both in swimming trunks, and in those days the trunks were thick, woolly things and mine were wet and full of sand and very scratchy. I pulled them off and dried off in the sun while we carried on with our games.

Out of nowhere a man appeared. He was an older man with wispy hair and glasses and he had a big camera slung around his neck. He wore a badge on the lapel of his jacket. (At Butlin's, everyone wore badges, the staff and the holidaymakers). He was very red and hot.

"Hello boys," he said, "how would you like to enter the Bonny Boy competition?"

Now Butlin's had competitions for everything - Knobbly Knees, Bonny Baby, Glamorous Granny etc., so we didn't think anything odd about this.

I wasn't bothered, but my friend said, "What do we have to do?"

"Absolutely nothing" he assured us," I just take some photos. Imagine how pleased your parents will be when you win the first prize." (Not "if" you win the first prize)

And he started taking photographs. We both just sat there smiling at the camera. I thought I should put my trunks back on and stood up to get them.

"Hold it right there!" the man said "and face this way."

He then asked my friend to stand up and he posed us together, holding hands and with our arms around each other's shoulders, him in his trunks and me naked. He had us turn our backs on him, looking over our shoulders, and then kneeling down together. And then he said, "Well done, boys. I hope you win!" and he disappeared over the dune. I never gave the matter another thought, never heard of the Bonny Boy competition again, and I only remembered it again two years later, when I was ten. I was on my way home from school, and I was caught stealing apples.

Contact Francissy at supersunray@sapo.pt