The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 8: Abusing or Being Abused
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 8: Abusing or Being Abused - 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
‘No problem,’ Mitch told him, ‘Just a sec, I’ll get the keys.’ He went off to the office. Returning a few moments later carrying a bunch of keys, he led the way over to the engine shed. Opening up, they went in and Cliff closed the door behind them.
‘I’d like to keep this quiet for now if we can,’ Cliff told him. Reaching the digger, Mitch climbed up and found the key to the cab. After opening it, he got down. ‘Up you go,’ he said, ‘You seem to know what you’re looking for.’
‘I wish I did.’ Cliff said laughing as he swarmed up into the cab. He sat in the driver’s seat and looked around. Nothing caught his eye. There was a small locker built into one side of the cab, which was locked. He got up and looked under the driver’s seat.
He pulled out an old coat, but apart from a few tools, there was nothing of interest. ‘Can you pass the keys up, please.’ he called. Mitch appeared at the cab door and handed them in. He watched as Cliff tried each key in the locker without success. Back on the ground, they looked around the building but nowhere was secure.
‘Let’s go back to the caravan and see if we can find any keys.’ Cliff said. In the van they started at each end. An hour later Mitch gave a cry of success. ‘Here’s a set that looks like it’s the shed and the digger,’ he said. ‘And there’s another small key.’
‘They were hidden in a brick in the toilet cistern.’ Mitch told him, ‘It was hollowed out. Anyone looking in would have just assumed it was put there to save water. Doing that was quite the rage a while ago.’ They returned to the digger and Cliff got up into the cab once more.
He tried the extra key and the box opened easily. But inside was another thin metal box the size of just over half a piece of foolscap paper and an inch thick. That had a lock on it too. That would only need a very small key Mitch told him, it’s probably on Grahams own keyring.
‘Theres a workbench over there,’ Mitch told him pointing to the end of the engine shed, ‘I could cut the lock off for you, if you think we should.’ ‘Yes, please,’ Cliff agreed, ‘But I suspect there will be paper in it, so no flames please.’
‘I’ll use the mini whizzer,’ Mitch told him, ‘That will make a lot of sparks, but it won’t affect anything inside. Cliff locked up the locker on the digger, and they went down to the bench. Mitch put the box carefully in the vice with the lock at the top.
Then putting safety goggles on and telling Cliff to stand clear, he picked up a small hand drill sized tool and plugged it in. Next minute there were sparks flying in all directions, but it was all over in half a minute. Mitch put the whizzer down.
Picking up a hammer and screwdriver, he gave the lock a gentle tap and it flew off. Taking the box out of the vice he handed it to Cliff. ‘Be careful where you hold it, the lock area will be very hot.’ he warned. Cliff tipped it up over the bench.
The end where the lock had been, dropped open on a hinge and two sealed envelopes dropped out. One felt like paper inside and the other had a few small solid bits in it. Cliff opened the lumpy one first. A DVD and a memory stick dropped out.
When he opened the other one, he could see there were several photos in it. He looked in without taking them out of the envelope. Picking up both envelopes, he thanked Mitch for his help. ‘I’m not going to show you the contents just yet.’ he told Mitch.
‘I don’t want to be responsible for you cutting anybody’s dick off.’ he added with a grin. ‘From the bit I’ve seen, this is evidence of sexual abuse. But if I’m right, it will show the victims details as well as the villains. I want to protect the victims.’
‘I’ll check through it all and try to come up with a solution to deal with the villains, whilst preserving the victim’s anonymity. I’ll make a copy of everything, omitting anything that would identify a victim. Then if you want to, you can see what’s in here.’
‘I’m only offering you that because they wouldn’t have been found without your help. The less people who know about it the better. Sometimes it is much better for the victims if the villain can be dealt with quietly without publicity. Would you be up for helping with that?’
‘I know what I said,’ Mitch admitted, looking slightly embarrassed, ‘But if it came to it, I don’t think I could really do it.’ Cliff grinned, ‘Thanks for being so honest, but cutting someone’s dick off would be very messy and it would be hard to keep it quiet.’
‘But there are other unofficial alternatives just as effective. The ideal would be to deal with the attackers so they can never repeat it. At the same time, keep the victims anonymous but let them know what’s happened to their attacker. And offer them some counselling if they need or want it.’
‘Would that be you doing the counselling?’ Mitch asked. Cliff nodded. Mitch smiled at him, ‘You’re a lot older than your years,’ he said. ‘I’ll do whatever I can. Will Rosemary know about what you’ve found.’ ‘Not unless I can’t avoid it or if I need to ask her to help.’
Mitch returned the keys to the office, then he and Cliff spent the rest of the day working on the station. Rosemary brought them a drink out a couple of times during the day, and at lunchtime she joined them to eat her carrying out.
‘When you go back to the office,’ Cliff asked, ‘Whenever you’re alone, can you look through the volunteer register and make me a list of details of all volunteers that are twenty-one or under. Including the ones that no longer come.’
‘Ok.’ Rosemary agreed, she didn’t ask why. She had already come to understand that Cliff would always have secrets and would tell her things if and when he could. That evening they were going to Rosemary’s for dinner.
As they walked along, Rosemary passed him the list he had asked for. As he put it in his haversack with the other two envelopes, she told him that since the beginning, there had been nine in the age group he’d asked about.
‘Two of the boys are still coming. Two of the girls and five of the boys no longer come.’ She told him and he thanked her. They had a lovely evening with her parents, then at the door as she was seeing him out, they had a long, long, kiss. Cliff enjoying caressing her breasts, even if it was over her clothes.
Rosemary was equally happy to rest a hand between his legs and feel his hard cock kicking happily. They were both wondering when they would have the chance to make love again. As he stepped out of the door, Cliff paused and took something out of his bag.
As he handed it to her, he told her it was a copy of his Oliver show. As soon as she had seen him off out of sight, she put the disc in the player, called her mum and dad and they all sat up late to watch it.
SUNDAY NIGHT - CLIFFS BEDROOM
After saying good night to his mum and dad, Cliff went and got into bed. He sat up and took the photos out of the envelope. They were all of two boys around his own age, all naked and all apparently either abusing or being abused.
He recognised the faces as a young John Kirkham and Graham Green. He put them back in the envelope and put the DVD in his player. That was full of videos of different boys being raped and generally abused. Then he plugged the memory stick into his computer. That also had videos and stills on.
There was also a couple of word documents. One listed names and dates of the recorded events and the other was a detailed report of what one of the two men had done to the other when they were younger. All entries were dated. It was clear that there was an awful lot to digest, and it would take him a lot of time. He went to sleep with his brain in a turmoil.
SATURDAY - VIDEO SHOP - MIKE, CLIFF, PETER & WESLEY
Just before lunch Peter and Wesley arrived and were sent off to the chippy. After Mike closed the shop for lunch, the four of them sat in the back room and chatted as they ate. Once they had all finished and cleared away, they all stripped off to their shorts.