Chapter 4: Lester Tells Peter All

‘I was very upset because I liked working here and I knew that with no qualifications if they let me go so soon, I’d have great difficulty getting another job.’

‘So, when he offered me the chance to save my job, I felt I had no choice and took it.’ He went on to repeat almost identically what Lester had said, including a photo of Peters face with Richard’s cock in his mouth. He told them how it had happened every month afterwards for the next five months.

‘Everything was pretty much the same until Wednesday last week,’ Peter said. ‘Then he made me strip off as usual. He did the same. I was told to sit in the chair with my legs up on the arms.’

‘Richard knelt on the floor and played with my cock. Then he put my balls in his mouth. After a while he let them out and started licking the muscle behind my balls, moving his tongue right back to my bum.’

‘It felt and seemed disgusting, but he licked all around the opening to my bum and even tried to poke his tongue inside me. It even sounded a couple of times as if he was spitting on my bum before poking it with his tongue.’

‘Then he put his hands under the back of my knees and pushed my legs up into the air and back towards my head. That made my bum lift up off the seat. The next minute to my horror he pushed his very hard cock into my bum until his hairs were touching my cheeks.’

‘It had never ever occurred to me that anyone would do anything like that. As soon as I realised what he was doing, I cried out, ‘No, no, please stop that’s hurting me.’

‘But he just started thrusting in and out. Because of the position I was in I couldn’t move. Soon he was going even faster, then he cried out in ecstasy as he shot three loads of cum up inside me.

‘I felt all the wet warmth and was nearly sick at the thought of it. He slowed down to a stop, but stayed inside me until his cock shrank. As he pulled out and let my legs down it hit me what had happened, and I burst into tears.’

‘He let me cry for a bit then he said, ‘You’ve been very good today, so I’m giving you a bonus. You can stay for eight weeks this time.’ Then he just got up and started getting dressed.’

‘I sat there feeling awful. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘Get dressed, we haven’t got all day.’ I got dressed and went back to work.’ ‘See you in eight weeks,’ was his parting shot.’

He looked at Lewis who said, ‘Can you tell us how this has all affected you?’ ‘I’ve been having nightmares,’ Peter said. ‘I don’t sleep as well as normal and after the last time I even considered suicide.’

Lester had been looking horrified as his story progressed, as well as his arm around Peters shoulder he now had his other hand across his front holding his hand.

When he came to a stop Lester moved his hand from Peters hand up to his shoulder and pulling him close hugged him. Peter burst into tears.

Lester stroked the back of his head until he came to a stop. Then he said, ‘Peter,’ Very firmly.

As he looked up into his face Lester told him, ‘When I was thirteen, I was raped by a friend of my older brothers, so I know how you feel.’ Then he gave Peter a kiss. Peter was startled but clearly happy and was soon returning the kiss.

They both hugged each other again and Lewis left them to it for a while.

‘Thank you, Peter,’ Lewis said after a while. ‘I know telling us wasn’t easy to do, but it’s been a big help.’

‘Now remember, you have done nothing wrong, you are in no way to blame. It will not happen again, so now you can start to get over it. I will help you, but by far the best help for you both will be the friendship between the two of you, and knowing you have both had the same experience.’

‘How has your bum felt since?’ Lewis asked. ‘It was sore for a couple of days, then for a third day only when I went to the toilet. Since then, it’s been fine.’

‘Do either of you know Richards full name?’ Lewis asked them. Lester had no idea, but Peter said, ‘I’ve seen a sign that said, ‘R. G. Thompson.’ which I’m sure is Richard.’

‘Do you know where he lives?’ Lewis asked. Getting a ‘No,’ he asked, ‘Does he have a car?’ ‘Yes,’ Peter said, ‘It’s a dark blue Nissan, I’ve no idea what model.’ ‘Do you know his registration number?’ Lewis asked. ‘No, but he’s usually there for at least a part of Wednesday,’ Peter said, ‘So I could get it for you.’

‘Ok, see what you can do,’ Lewis told him, ‘But make sure no one sees you, least of all Richard. How do you two feel now you know so much about each other?’ Lewis asked. ‘We have become close anyway,’ Lester said, ‘But now I think we are even more so.’

‘Yes,’ Peter said, ‘I have so wanted to tell Lester for ages but just couldn’t bring myself to. Now he knows it all, I feel so much better about it.’ ‘That’s great,’ Lewis told them. ‘Because of that, you will probably find you get a special feeling for each other. Don’t be concerned if you do, it’s quite natural given what you’ve both suffered. It doesn’t make you odd in any way. If it happens, just let yourselves relax and enjoy having someone so close.’

‘Peter, can you meet me by the front gate to the garden centre midday on Sunday in case I need a hand?’ Lewis asked. ‘Sure.’ Peter said. They arranged twelve o’clock as Richard hadn’t attacked Lester previously before that time.

‘That’s all we can do for tonight,’ Lewis said, ‘Before we go, please stand up facing each other.’ When they did Lewis said, ‘You are looking at a friend who has suffered what you have suffered. Together now you are fighting back. So, give each other a celebratory hug.’

They looked at Lewis in surprise. ‘Go ahead,’ he encouraged them. They put their arms around each other and hugged. Their heads on each other’s shoulders. ‘Together you can conquer the world,’ Lewis told them, ‘A rat like Richard will be easy.’

As they broke away Lester went over to Lewis and hugged him, ‘Thank you.’ he said simply. Lewis hugged back and looked up to see Peter watching them with a smile. ‘He put an arm out and Peter came into it.

‘The three musketeers.’ Lewis said as they had a three-way hug. He showed them out, then went home and typed out the statements on his computer.

WEDNESDAY

Just after five Lewis had a text from Peter. ‘His name is Richard George Thompson. The car is a dark blue Nissan Qashqai Reg MT 24 DEF. Thanks again for last night, see you Sunday.’

‘Well done and thanks,’ Lewis returned with a thumbs up. He got on his bike and cycled over to the police station. Derek wasn’t on and he didn’t recognise the desk sergeant.

‘Good evening, Sergeant.’ he said showing him his card, ‘I’m looking for one of these in order of preference, Constable Dexter, Constable Sergeant, DS Walters or DI Cline.’ ‘Constable Dexter is in the canteen,’ he said. ‘I’ve never seen one of these before.’ he said looking at Lewis’s card.

‘As far as I know, there are only two in existence,’ Lewis told him. ‘You have the other one in your desk drawer in an envelope addressed to Danny. I have no problem if you wish to confirm its validity.’

The Sergeant looked in the draw, saw the envelope, felt the card inside and let Lewis through. ‘I’m only here for one day,’ he said, ‘I didn’t want to put my foot in it.’ ‘No problem, I’m Lewis.’ he said offering his hand. ‘Jack.’ he said shaking it.

Lewis went up to the canteen and saw Tom sitting with another young constable having a coffee. Seeing him coming Tom stood up and shook his hand, ‘Hi Lewis,’ he said, ‘Are you looking for me? This is Reg King.’ he added introducing them.

‘Can I get you a coffee?’ he asked. ‘Yes please,’ Lewis said. ‘Are you based here?’ Lewis asked Reg. ‘I’m over at the other station with the drugs squad.’ Reg told him. ‘Brian and Aiden are good coppers,’ Lewis said, ‘You’re in a good place. How long have you been in the force?’ ‘Two and a half years now.’ Reg told him.

Just then Tom returned with his coffee. ‘Reg has just passed his DC’s exam.’ Tom said. ‘Congratulations,’ Lewis told him. ‘You’ve done well to get to take it so soon.’ ‘I’m sure Brian had something to do with that.’ Reg told him smiling.’