Chapter 8: An Alcoholic Assault

John did, so that solved another problem. ‘We don’t need to be there until ten,’ Lewis said, ‘But if you could collect me at half nine at the shop, I’ll have a chance to tell you all about it, just in case it kicks off early.’

‘But it might not happen at all,’ he warned him, ‘There might not be any arrest.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ John said, ‘If I’ve learned nothing else yet about being a policeman, I’ve learned how to waste a lot of time in between cases.’ Lewis laughed.

‘Am I ok in civvies?’ John asked. ‘Yes, that’s fine,’ Lewis said, ‘Just make sure you have your warrant card and handcuffs. If the attack happens, the attacker is likely to be completely drunk.’

Lewis told his mum and dad he might be out late. ‘Just let us know you’re safe whenever you can son,’ they told him. ‘Is anyone with you?’ ‘Yes, a policeman,’ he told them, ‘One you haven’t met yet.’ They were happy at that.

Just before half nine Lewis arrived at the shop to find John there waiting. Lewis thanked him for coming and suggested they go and park near the house, then he’d tell him all about it.

He gave John Liams address and after putting it in his sat nav John headed over. They were soon parked up in the mobile home park away from Liams house but in sight of the front door.

Lewis checked into the radio alarm on his phone and saw an empty bedroom. He showed the picture to John. ‘All quiet at the moment,’ he said. Then he explained what had happened to Liam and what might happen. He told him the three possible outcomes and what he intended doing in each event. ‘I don’t work by the book as you’ve probably gathered,’ Lewis told him, ‘Does that give you any problems.’

‘No,’ John said, ‘I had heard a rumour to that effect,’ he said grinning. ‘But if there’s ever anything that does, I’ll tell you. Although from what I’ve heard you’re not likely to do anything I can’t accept.’ ‘Good man.’ Lewis said.

They sat and chatted for a while. John told him that he had wanted to be a policeman for years since an elderly aunt had been burgled and the intruder had knocked her about quite severely. ‘She’s ok now,’ he said, ‘But she’s still nervous at night.’

Lewis told him about him and Ella thinking of going in for medicine or engineering. ‘Is Ella your girlfriend?’ John asked. When told yes, he said, ‘I haven’t got one at the moment.’ He went silent for a time, then he added, ‘Actually, I wouldn’t tell anyone else this, but I’ve never had one.’ ‘There’s plenty of time yet,’ Lewis told him, ‘Everyone does things to different schedules.’

‘It’s just that everyone else I know who’s nineteen like me has already had several.’ John told him sounding sad. ‘Do you want several?’ Lewis asked, ‘Or one for life?’ ‘Oh, one for life would be wonderful.’ John told him. ‘There’s someone out there waiting for you,’ Lewis told him, ‘You’ll meet her sooner or later.’

Lewis checked his phone again. He saw Liam coming in dressed for bed and carrying his spray. Lewis guessed he’d just been to the bathroom to oil himself. He waited until he was sitting up in bed reading then showed the picture to John.

‘Doesn’t he mind you being able to see him,’ John asked. ‘He doesn’t know,’ Lewis told him. ‘He thinks it’s just a microphone. That’s not to deceive him, but if he knew it was a camera it’s human nature to keep looking at it. That would draw the attacker’s attention to it. With a microphone, after the first few glances at it they forget it’s there.’

They chatted a bit more, John thinking to himself how easy it had been to tell Lewis he had never had a girlfriend. It was something he’d never told a soul before. His mind started to drift back to the events of his early teens, and he imagined he was telling Lewis all about it.

Then he was jolted back to reality when Lewis said, ‘This looks like him.’ They watched the man they presumed was Ivan walking down the road. Although staggering would be a better description. ‘If that is him,’ Lewis said, ‘It doesn’t bode well.’

Lewis felt quite relieved when the man staggered past Liams front gate. But he’d only gone a few steps before he realised his mistake and turned back. He went up the path and stood trying to get his key into the front door.

The minute he turned into the gate Lewis texted Liam. ‘We’re outside, Ivans home, he’s drunk.’ As instructed earlier Liam left the light on and lay down with his back to the other bed in a position that looked as if he’d fallen asleep reading.

Lewis put his phone on the dashboard so they could watch. Presumably Ivan must have gone to the bathroom first as it seemed to be ages before the bedroom door flew open.

Ivan staggered in and closed the door. As soon as he had gone into the house, John had driven over and parked directly outside the front gate. They watched as Ivan stood looking down at Liams apparently sleeping form with his head and shoulders out of the duvet.

He put his hand between his legs and rubbed over his cock still staring at Liams back. ‘That doesn’t look good,’ Lewis said, ‘It seems he’s not as nice as Liam thought he was.’

Ivan started stripping off, just throwing his clothes aside on the floor. When he was standing naked, they could see that his cock was fully erect. He gave it another stroke as he stood staring at Liam. Then he took hold of the duvet and yanked it completely off Liam and his bed.

Liam grunted as if asleep and drew his knees up as if going into a ball to keep warm. Ivans cock was throbbing like mad as he stood up against Liams bed not having taken his eyes off him.

Lewis was watching his screen in between taking refresher glances at the plan of the house. Then everything erupted. Ivan grabbed hold of Liam and rolled him onto his back. As Liam made a show of surprise Ivan started pulling his shorts off.

‘You promised you wouldn’t attack me again.’ Liam called out. ‘Shut up, I want your body,’ Ivan said. ‘You’d better oblige me, or you’ll get hurt.’ ‘This is illegal,’ Liam said, ‘I’m only fourteen.’ ‘If you tell anyone I’ll say it was your idea,’ Ivan said. ‘After I’ve beaten you black and blue that is.’

He had succeeded in pulling Liams shorts off and he was now playing with his soft cock. ‘He’s a lucky lad.’ John said seeing the size of Liams soft cock. Next minute Ivan stood up and pulled Liam into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

‘Open your mouth,’ Ivan said as he pushed in between his legs. ‘No, this is disgusting,’ Liam said, ‘I want you to stop and go to bed. After your last attack you promised you’d behave.’ ‘Shut up and open your mouth or I’ll break your arm.’ Ivan snapped.

‘Please don’t hurt me again,’ Liam said, clearly terrified, ‘My arm hurt for days after the last time.’ Ivan raised his hand as if to hit him across his face. ‘Please don’t hurt me again,’ Liam cried, ‘I’ll do it.’ He opened his mouth.

Ivan pushed his hard cock into Liams mouth and grabbed hold of the hair on his head. ‘Mind you don’t scratch my cock with your teeth,’ Ivan told him, ‘Or you’ll really feel pain.’ Then he started thrusting his cock in and out of Liams mouth.

After a few moments he pulled out. ‘That was disgusting,’ Liam said, ‘You shouldn’t be doing such things to a child.’ Ivan suddenly squatted down, took hold of Liams ankles and stood up. Liam was thrown over backwards onto the bed, as his legs were lifted up high and put on Ivans shoulders.

‘Time to move.’ Lewis said getting out of the car. John followed him up to the front door. Lewis checked his screen. Ivan was pushing his hard cock into Liams bum whilst he held his ankles up in the air. ‘That hurts like hell,’ Liam cried out, ‘Please stop you’re going to damage my insides.’

Lewis opened the front door quietly and led the way through the lounge still with an eye on the screen. Ivan was now thrusting in and out of Liams bum. Liam was crying out in pain and pleading with him to stop to no avail.

Lewis led the way through the hallway and stopped outside Liams bedroom door. A glance at the screen, then he switched his phone to video. He opened the door quietly and stood in the doorway filming. Then he eased in a bit further still filming so John could have a clear view of what was happening.