The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: Four Years Hating You
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: Four Years Hating You - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘They found all the evidence they needed in the swabs taken from you and your uncle. When faced with that, your uncle’s solicitor advised him to plead guilty. He agreed and he’ll be in court this morning for sentencing.’
‘So, you can forget all about him now,’ he told me. ‘After you’ve had your breakfast, I’m going to take you back home to collect your things, then I’ll show you your room and introduce you to your roommate. Taffy will explain how things work here, probably much better than I could.’ he said with a grin.’
‘It was already very clear to me that being in care was nowhere near as bad as I had imagined. As Sean and I were heading out, there was a lad just coming in who was a similar age to me. Sean called him over. Taffy, this is your new roommate, Don.’ he told him.’
‘We shook hands, and I liked him right away. He seemed quiet too. ‘We’re just going to collect his things,’ Sean told him, ‘Then I’ll bring him up.’ ‘I’ll see you later.’ Taffy said, giving me a smile. Sean and I went to my uncle’s house, and I let us in.’
‘Do you have any suitcases?’ Sean had asked as we pulled up outside. ‘Not that I know of.’ I told him. ‘Not to worry,’ he said, ‘I’ve got plenty of bags in the boot.’ We went up to my bedroom, it seemed strange, realising I’d never set foot in there again.’
‘Are there any clothes in this room that aren’t yours?’ Sean asked. ‘When I said ‘No’ he told me, ‘I’ll pack all the clothes then. You pack everything that isn’t clothing. And get anything of yours from the bathroom, including any dirty washing.’
‘We were busy for the next hour or so, and by then we had a load of shopping bags in the hall. ‘Is there anything of yours in the downstairs rooms or the garage?’ Sean asked. I had almost forgotten my laptop and charger lead. I fetched that.’
‘That’s it,’ I said. ‘Ok,’ Sean told me, ‘Go back upstairs, and look through every drawer and cupboard in your bedroom and check the bathroom again.’ When I came back down, Sean had loaded all the bags into the car. I hadn’t found anything, so he turned the water stop cock off.’
‘We locked up and returned to the home. Sean filled me in on some of the rules on the way. ‘Taffy will help you with anything you want to know.’ he said. Back at the home we carried the first few bags up and I saw my new room for the first time.’
‘Taffy was there already. I discovered later that he had stayed in so I wouldn’t be alone when I first arrived. He came back down with us to help with the last load of bags. ‘Ok,’ Sean said, ‘I’ll leave you to it. Welcome to your new home Don, I hope you’ll be happy here.’ I thanked him and he left.’
‘Taffy showed me which was my bed and my wardrobe and chest of drawers. ‘I’m going to leave you to unpack,’ he said. ‘I’ll be down in the lounge when you’re through. Come down the stairs and it’s the first room on the left. Then I’ll show you round and introduce you to anyone who’s in.’
‘In?’ I queried. He looked at me in surprise. Then he grinned as he twigged. ‘It’s a home, not a prison.’ he said, ‘Just wait and see, it’s not as good as being at home with your own mum and dad I’ll agree, but it’s not bad, and Sean and Moira are lovely.’
‘Two hours later, I went downstairs. Taffy was sitting reading. He introduced me to two other boys slightly younger than me. ‘The other eight are all out,’ he told me, ‘I’ll introduce them later.’ He showed me all over the building and explained that as well as Sean and Moira’s bedroom, there were six other bedrooms, each shared by two people.’
‘Later that evening, Sean found me and took me into his office. ‘I just thought you’d like to know that your uncle was in court this morning.’ He told me. ‘On the advice of his solicitor he pleaded guilty. The magistrate told him that what he had done was disgusting.’
‘Then he said that to inflict it on someone so young who had been left in his care for safety, demanded a sentence much bigger than he had the power to give. He remanded him in custody to appear at the Crown Court.’
‘As I looked puzzled, Sean explained that the magistrate was just an ordinary person and could only sentence someone to twelve months or less in prison. So, it meant that my uncle would be locked up in prison for around six weeks.’
‘Then he would go before a proper Judge at the Crown Court to be sentenced. ‘But don’t worry,’ Sean said, ‘Now that he’s pleaded guilty, you won’t be contacted by anyone or have to do anything. And because of your age, your name can’t be mentioned in the press.’
‘I was so relieved and returned to Taffy in our bedroom. I felt nervous with it all being new, but Taffy guided me through the rules and explained that I would continue going to school as normal. I’d also be able to go out almost anytime I wanted, as long as I was in for nine on a school night and ten any other night. Unless I got special permission to stay out late.’
‘By the time Taffy and I parted into separate accommodation two years later, all bad memories of my life with my uncle had gone. The last two years were spent learning to be independent, then I got my own flat and I was happy at the hospital.’
‘Then a few days ago, I got a phone call that brought it all back.’ Don gave a great big sigh and looked up at Danny. ‘And that was my life until now.’ he said. Danny smiled at him, ‘Tell me all about the phone call,’ he instructed, ‘Then one way or another, between us we’ll sort it out.’
‘Don felt so relieved. By now he was quite convinced that Danny could and would sort it all out for him. ‘Six weeks after going into care,’ Don told him, ‘I had a phone call from the sergeant who had taken my statement. He asked how I was settling into the home and sounded pleased when I told him I was very happy there.’
‘I just thought you should know,’ he told me, ‘Your uncle appeared at the Crown Court this morning. The Judge gave him a good dressing down and told him he had to give him a sentence to make sure he didn’t do it again.’
‘Also,’ he told him, ‘It had to be one that would discourage other people in a similar position of trust, from doing anything similar. You will go to prison for eight years.’ he told him. ‘It would have been longer,’ he added, ‘But I’ve given you credit for not using violence to stop your victim reporting you, and for pleading guilty, thus saving your victim the trauma of having to give evidence.’
‘I thanked him for letting me know, then told him it was a lot longer than I’d anticipated. ‘It’s not as severe as it seems,’ he told me. ‘He can get fifty percent remission for good behaviour. ‘So as long as he behaves himself inside, he could be out in four years.’ He wished me luck and hoped I’d have a happy life.’
‘Thanks to Taffy, Sean and Moira, the memory of him soon faded and was forgotten. Then a few days ago, I had just finished work and was walking down the hospital drive when my phone went. I don’t get many calls, and I didn’t recognise the number.’
‘I thought it was probably an advert or a scam, but I answered it.
‘Hello Don.’ a voice said. ‘I knew right away that I recognised the voice, but it took a few moments to realise who it was. My heart sank to my boots; it was my uncle.’
‘I felt sure you’d want to know that I was released from prison yesterday,’ he told me. ‘I got time off for good behaviour. I’m living in a pokey little flat and I’m out of work. I’ve spent four years hating you for what you did to me.’
‘I think you’ve got that wrong,’ I told him, ‘It was what you did to me that got you locked up.’ ‘You went to the police and reported me,’ he told me, ‘So it’s your fault. Have you any idea what I suffered inside. The other cons hate people who attack children.’
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