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Sorry for the long delay. I am hoping to finish up the story in two more chapters. Chapter nine is already pretty much written, so you shouldn't have to wait to much longer for the next chapter.
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James.
I get in my car and speed away, not caring where I go. I can't believe what I have done, what I have become, and more than ever before I hate Jakob. The streets of my small City are empty at this time of night, so I have no qualms about racing down them. I turn up my music as I drive, hoping to drown out the guilty thoughts in my head.
I am dimly aware of burning through a red light when I suddenly see red and blue lights in my mirror. I look at the police car in my rear-view mirror and for a moment I am tempted to keep speeding. What would happen? Would I get incarcerated and finally be free from the monster I am becoming?
But suddenly the fog in my mind clears and I slam on the breaks while simultaneously turning down the music. I know that defying the law isn't going to solve my problems, and suddenly I realize the situation I am in.
"Shit!" I say and punch the dash. Why do I have to keep making a mess of things? I see the police officer approaching my vehicle and feel panic building in my chest. I quickly dig through my dash and pull out my insurance papers, then pull my license out of my wallet. The police officer taps on the window and I feel my heart racing. I roll down the window and look up at him. He is tall, about 6'2, and slim, but I can't see his face because he is standing. All I can see is his flashlight and crotch.
"Good evening Sir," He says firmly. "You have any idea how fast you were going there?"
"Uh... not really. I mean, I know I was speeding, just not exactly how fast." Shit! What am I supposed to say? I've never been pulled over before. Do I admit to speeding, or do I say that I wasn't? I decide to go with honesty, people usually respect that. I swallow hard and hope that this officer isn't going to make me tow the hard line. "I'm sorry, I know that I was speeding, I just had a rough night and was trying to get away from a bad situation." I mean, it's a version of the truth anyway.
"You know I could impound your vehicle for how fast you were going, right? Hand over your license and registration please." He says in a hard voice, and I know I am fucked. Guys like this don't fall for my good boy act, and they like to make guys like me pay.
I hand over my license and registration, and as I do, he bends down. I look up at his face trying to figure out how I'm going to get out of this. I notice that he has thick brown hair that is styled messily around his head. It's possibly the best head of hair I have ever seen, and if I wasn't so scared, I probably would have been envious. I look into his eyes and am struck with the feeling of familiarity, and then I recognize him; he was the police officer that smiled at me outside the city hall after I fucked the mayor.
"Hey, do you work at city hall? I think I saw you there after visiting my friend's dad, Mayor Reynolds." I saw, hoping that the officer will go easy on me when he realizes that I know the Mayor.
Officer Imrich looks at me and frowns, and I know that I have said the wrong thing.
"Get out of the vehicle." He says sternly.
"What, why?" I ask slightly terrified.
"Get out of the vehicle!" Officer Imrich barks, sending chills through my body.
I quickly get out of the vehicle hoping to placate the police officer. Maybe I should just comply and get the ticket. I don't think that I can talk my way out of this one.
"Turn around, hands behind your head and face the vehicle." Officer Imrich barks, and I comply.
"You think that just because you're buddies with the Mayor's son I'm going to go easy on you?" He asks angrily
"No, I just..." I try to say but am cut off,
"Shut up! Let me let you in on a well-known secret, the police in this city hate the Mayor. All he's done is cut back on our budget and made our jobs harder while lining his pocket. So, if you think that knowing him will help you, you're wring kid." Officer Imrich says and I feel his hands start roughly grabbing my sholders and making their way down. I silently allow him to search me. His hands massage my shoulders and then my back, and I realize something is very wrong. I have never seen or heard of someone getting searched on the side of the road by police without reason. I mean, I know I made him mad, but I don't think this is normal. Is he feeling me up?
I feel Officer Imrich lean forward and his hands make their way under my raised arms and start feeling my pecs while simultaneously breathing in deeply. I strongly suspect that he is smelling me, and then I feel him pinch my nipple. He exhales and his breath tickles my neck, and I smell a hint of liquor on his breath.
I feel a surge of sexual excitement as I realize that the officer is feeling me up, and that he is a bit drunk, and with relief I realize how I will get out this. My heart starts to race again, but this time for a very different reason, and I let a small smile out.
"Yeah, you must really hate the Mayor, he's been a real dick to police officers." I say.
"Shut up!" The officer replies again, and roughly resumes his search, his hands trailing down my back to my ass.
"And you have to work nights and deal with all of us smart-assed kids. Bet that stings." I say again as he roughly grabs my ass.
"You have no idea. All these smart-assed kids always acting like they run the world. Your generation is so spoiled." He says with venom, his hands still massaging my ass.
"I know what you mean. Can't help that so many of us know the Mayors son either. You must want to punish us. You deserve some sort of reward for all that hard work." I say
"Yeah." He says, still grabbing my ass.
"You've spent a long time on my ass officer." I say, and he freezes. "Would you like a closer look?" I ask with a smile
Silence.
"I wouldn't blame you, my jeans are kind of bulky, I don't mind." I say
"... yeah, do it." He says heavily.
"Do what?" I say coyly.
"You know, take them off." He says quietly.
"Underwear too?" I ask. I want to hear him say it.
"Yeah, underwear too. I have to be thorough." He says.
"I'm sure that you do," I say, pulling my jeans and underwear off.
I hear a sharp intake of breath as he sees my ass, and I stand back up, slightly arching my back. I feel a bit like a two-scent whore, but fuck if I'm getting a ticket.
"So, are you just going to look, or what?" I ask cheekily. I can tell that the officer is having some doubts about what he is doing. I get the sense that he doesn't do this often, I may even be his first. The alcohol is probably to blame.
He tenderly touches my ass, and his fingers are so light it is like being touched by a ghost, but the feeling sends chills up my spine, and I let out a small moan hoping to encourage him
For a moment I think about how we on the side of the road, and anybody could drive up and see us. My dick twitches a bit at the thought of being caught, but then I think about the officer and how it would be hard for him to explain this. I feel a bit of concern for the guy and I decide to make this quick.
His hands grab my ass a little firmly and he spreads my cheeks. His headlights don't provide much light, and I know it must be hard for him to see.
"You must have a hard time seeing. You can get closer if you need to." I say, and he silently obeys my suggestion.
I feel his breath on my ass, and then suddenly I feel his tongue. I gasp with excitement, and he plunges into my ass. I feel his tongue lapping at my hole with abandon, and I push my ass back into his face.
His hands grab my hips and he pulls me harder into his face, and I feel his tongue enter me. I lean forward and bit my wrist to suppress a moan. I reach down to release my hard cock, and start stoking as he eats me out.
After a few moments of tongue-fucking me, he starts licking my perineum and pauses as he realizes I am stroking.
"Turn around," he commands in his authoritative voice again.
I stop stroking and turn away, hoping he isn't mad at me for stroking. The sight of this man on his needs in front of me turns me on more than I can say. He looks up at me, his brown eyes taking in my hard, uncut cock, and he pushes my shirt up to see my abs. I smile and pull the front of my shirt up and over the back of my neck, leaving it on so I don't get it dirty or lose it. I watch him as he looks at me, his eyes filled with desire. I reach my hand out to touch his beautiful hair, and he knocks my hand away.
"The hair is off-limits," he says in his deep voice, and I chuckle. I open my mouth to tease him about him, but he takes my cock in his mouth.
"Huh!" I grunt out in surprise, as he takes me down his throat. It might be his first time using his authority as a police officer to get laid, but it certainly isn't his first-time sucking dick.
He works away at my dick, and I am lost in pleasure. He bobs his head up and down on my dick, setting the pace. I start to fuck his throat, but he stops me by slamming my hips into my car, pinning me down. I growl in frustration and try to touch his perfect hair again, and he slaps my hand away without looking.
"Relax kid. I might be sucking your cock, but make no mistake, I'm in charge here," he says, and I sigh in frustration. I like being in control.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back trying to relax and enjoy the blow-job. I breathe deeply, and for the first time in days I truly relax. I feel Officer Imrich's hands trail up and down my abs, and I flex them for his pleasure. Something about his touch relaxes me and makes me feel warm, and safe. I forget all of my worries, I forget about what I have done to Preston, I forget about Jakob.
And all too soon I am ready cum. I flood his mouth and he swallows it all with ease. I open my eyes, and feel like I am waking from a dream. My worries and guilt rush back, and I am back to feeling miserable.
"Put your clothes on," Officer Imrich says softly, and I frown.
"Don't you want me to..?" I say, trailing off in confusion. This whole time he hasn't touched himself, and I can see that he is hard.
"Nah, not this time. Drive safe kid, and I hope whatever was causing you so much stress gets better," he says, and for the first time I realize how young he looks. His voice made him seem older, but now I realize that he must be in his early twenties, not much older than me.
Without another word he walks away and gets in his card. He drives away leaving me watching him in wonder. What a strange night. I shake my head and get in my car, hoping that this is not the last time I see the officer.
I think about going home, but I realize it is late and I can't explain to my parents where I have been, so I drive on to Zeke's house and drive down his back alley to the extra parking there. I see that there is light coming from his window, and I guess that he is still up gaming. I get out of my car and cross the lawn to the house. I climb the tree outside of his house like I have hundreds of times before and end up right outside his window. I knock before looking in, and notice too late that Zeke is watching porn.
Zeke lets out a startled cry and hides under his covers, forgetting to turn off the porn, and I decide to see what he is into. I smile as I see two guys fucking a woman, and am not shocked to see the guys start to make out. Zeke has always struck me as a guy that could easily swing both ways, even if he had denied it many times before.
"Zeke, it's me! Open up!" I shout outside of his window, and Zeke pops his head out from under the covers.
"James?" Zeke says in confusion. "What the fuck dude!" Zeke yells as he turns off the TV and jumps out of the bed looking pissed.
I laugh at the sight of an angry Zeke in tighty-whities. "What are you wearing?" I ask as Zeke opens the door.
"Laundry day man, don't judge. And have you ever heard of privacy? Text before you come over!" Zeke says grumpily.
"What, and miss out on this? Not a chance." I say, laughing. But when Zeke still looks grumpy I add, "Sorry dude, I'll give you a heads-up next time."
"No, you won't, you're the nosiest person that I know. You love knowing people's secrets. Now what's up?" Zeke says, completely right. I do have a thing for uncovering secrets.
"I just thought I'd come over and hang out, if that's alright. My place is kinda boring and I got bored." I say lamely, and Zeke just stares. I can tell that he doesn't believe what I am saying.
"Alright, you can stay over, but I am on my way to bed soon." Zeke says.
"If you need some space to finish I can step out for a bit if you need." I say, and Zeke punches my shoulder.
"Fuck you man, there's no way I'm finishing now. My porn is ruined now too, you owe me." Zeke says, a bit less grumpy now.
I laugh as Zeke tosses me a pillow. "You can sleep on the floor" Zeke says, trying to be stern with me.
"Fine with me," I say, and set myself up on the carpeted floor beside Zeke's bed, only find him looking down at me guiltily.
"Alright, you can sleep up here, but no snoring or farting." Zeke says, and I jump up and into the bed before he can change his mind.
"Night Zeke," I say
"Night James."
"Oh, and Zeke? Thanks." I hear silence for a while, and think he has fallen asleep. And then I hear him whisper. "You're welcome."
The next morning I head to school with Zeke and text my mom to explain where I was. I tell her that I went to Zeke's and lost track of time. Hopefully my mom will buy the excuse. I text Carson and ask him to meet me and Zeke at the library. I ask Zeke to meet me in the library later too, he looks at me oddly, but agrees.
I book a study room in the library and spend the morning anxiously awaiting the lunch hour. I go over what I have to say a million times in my head, and rehash my plan. I know that I will need Zeke's help with this, even though I hate to bring him into it.
Lunch hour arrives and I meet Zeke and Carson in the library study room. I arrive first, shortly followed by Zeke and then Carson.
"So what's up?" Zeke asks. "Why all the cloak and dagger?" He adds jokingly.
I look at him in the eyes, and I swallow nervously. Zeke is looking at me intently, so I know that he is taking this seriously, and I can tell that he knows this is hard for me.
"I thought that it was time that I let you in on what's been really going on with me lately, and what's been going on between me and Jakob." I say evenly. Cold sweat is forming on my palms and back.
"OK, by why is Carson here?" Zeke asks looking between us.
"Well, I ... I told him already." I say, fearing that Zeke will take it personally.
"So you trust him more than me?" Zeke asks immediately, looking hurt.
"No, it's not exactly like that. It's hard to explain, I just wanted to keep you safe from this." I say, not able to look him in the eyes anymore.
"So spit it out then. What's the secret?" Zeke says.
"Well Jakob and I didn't really hook up. He.... He.... fuck, I can say it." I say, my voice breaking at the end. I can't tell my best friend that Jakob raped me.
"James, you're making me worried." Zeke says. He isn't used to seeing me like this.
"Jakob is a rapist. He has a bunch of video files of guys that he has raped, and Carson's younger brother is one of them." I say, changing tactics.
"What?! Jakob did what?! Did he do that to you?" Zeke asks, shocked.
I ignore his question, "I'm going to need your help locating the boys in the files Zeke. I've taken screen shots of their faces and date stamped them so that you know when they were taken. That way you can look for them without seeing what happened to them" I say steadily, not looking at him, both my hands clenched. I don't know why this is so hard for me.
"I have my brother's yearbook that you can use to help identify the kids." Carson adds helpfully.
"I can do that, but why? Maybe it's best to leave the kids in peace and let them move on." Zeke says.
I open my mouth to reply, but surprisingly Carson beats me to it. "Vengeance." He says menacingly. "These kids deserve to get back at him if they want it. They deserve the right to get back at him, and he needs to be punished."
"And you guys are the punishers now?" Zeke asks raising his eyebrows. "Why not just turn over the tapes? He would get what was coming to him then. He'd go to jail."
"He might go to jail." I say. "Or he might not. They might have difficulty tying him to the videos, legally speaking, and the boys might not be brave enough to testify against him. And then there's the matter of white privilege. He'd probably just get community service or something like that, and if he gets jail it won't be more than a year. If we want justice, we have to get it ourselves."
"This feels all very biblical, eye for an eye and whatnot, but I'm in." Zeke says hesitantly, and I sigh with relief. "So, what's the plan?"
"For now I just need you to do your part and find the boys. And I need you to do it quickly. I know it's unfair, but I need you to find as many as you can by Friday. That's when I am hoping to have all of this go down. The rest of the plan is still coming together, and it's best if you don't know the whole thing. I don't want you to be involved in the act itself, I don't want you implicit in this." I say.
"Yeah, that makes sense, and while I am on board with assisting you with this, I don't think I can actually do the revenge part." Zeke says meekly.
"It's OK Zeke, you're doing more than enough. It means a lot to me that you are willing to help with this," I say honestly and put my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm glad to help, but what's Carson's part in all of this?" Zeke asks, a tinge of jealousy still showing through.
"It's part of the final plan" I say, while Carson simultaneously says, "I get to fuck the mayor," with a sly grin.
I shoot Carson an angry, only causing his grin to widen, while Zeke looks between the both of us, his mouth opening and closing comically while he tries to decide what to say.
"What... ugh, never mind," Zeke says, shaking his head. "I don't want to know. Just try not to get in too deep guys."
"Oh, I'm getting in deep alright!" Carson says, his shit eating grin still on his face.
"Moron." I say, letting out a small smile.
"Alright, let's go get something to eat before lunch is over. Let me know if you need any help Zeke, and let me know how you do." I say, passing Zeke the flash drive with the files on it.
We leave and have lunch in the cafeteria, looking like an ordinary group of teenagers. We joke and laugh like we usually do. I marvel at the fact that we can act so normal while so much is going on, and I briefly look around at my peers, and wonder how many of them have their own struggles and are still looking like they are normal. I remember one of my teachers saying that he treats every student like they are in survival mode, going from one life disaster to another. I used to think that was kind of dramatic, but now I wonder if I was just sheltered from the storm. Maybe I was the anomaly, going through life protected and safe.