Peter Sutton 9

By Max Shooter

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Peter Sutton 9

"Well," Peter said, trying to formulate his words carefully so the officer understood the full scope of what these girls had put him through.

"Excuse me, kid, I'll get to you in a minute," the officer sniped. Peter was dumbfounded by the reaction, but knew better than to talk back to a police officer.

"May I ask who called?" Traci asked. "We've been trying to handle the situation without involving the police."

Peter began shaking, but knew that once all was out in the open, he would be taken somewhere safe.

"I have no idea," the officer replied. "We just got a call from dispatch saying some naked boy was causing trouble at the new girl scout camp."

The three chaperones looked at each other with confusion. Peter was floored. That mean 911 operator clearly didn't bother to communicate that he was the one who called -- he was the victim.

"I ca..." Peter started before being interrupted by the scary officer again.

"Son, you're looking at some serious offenses here so if I were you I would shut up right now," Officer Jackson warned. Returning to the chaperones, he said, "Look, it doesn't matter who called. I just want to know what's been happening and if everyone is okay."

"Well Peter, here -- my friend's nephew -- I mean, I can barely even talk about what he's tried to do to all the girl scouts here," Judy stammered.

"Well I can tell you," the more authoritative chaperone Traci butted in. "This kid here thought it would be funny to take off his trunks and swim around naked in front of a bunch of girl scouts. And who knows what he was doing because when we found out he was naked, he had a big erection."

Officer Jackson just shook his head and began to talk to Peter like he was a little kid. "Now son, you have to understand, that kind of behavior is not appropriate. In fact, it's illegal."

Peter's entire body was shaking in fear. He had never dreamed that his calling 911 would lead to *him* getting in trouble.

"But...but...it's my aunt...You see, I'm actually the one who..." Peter said in a trembling voice.

"Hey, son, calm down. Look, I'm not going to arrest you, okay?" Officer Jackson said, giving Peter a reassuring pat on his butt. "You just need to understand..."

"Wait, wait. Before you say you're not going to arrest him, you haven't heard the rest of the story yet," Traci interrupted angrily. "We were trying to be mature and responsible about the situation, but then this pervert goes and ejaculates right in front of our entire group of girl scouts! Look -- one of them even has a stain on her swimsuit. We have DNA evidence."

Peter's jaw involuntarily dropped at the way this chaperone was describing the earlier events. "THAT'S BECAUSE THEY WERE..." Peter shouted.

"Son!" the officer interrupted loudly, now feeling considerably less sympathy for Peter. "If I were you, I'd be quiet right now. Anything you say could potentially be used against you. Please, ma'am, continue."

"So, you know, we told him he had better not do that again and offered to just drive him back home if he put on his clothes, but I guess he hid them somewhere and insisted on staying naked... Oh, and he was also masturbating in the bathroom up by the parking lot earlier. I've got a cell phone video of that if you want to see," Traci exclaimed.

Peter looked at the chaperone mortified. She was recording him in the bathroom?!

Without waiting for a response from the officer, Traci pulled out her phone and began playing the video. Sure enough, it showed Peter from behind, pumping away at his own penis right up until the point where Traci shouted at him. For a few seconds in the middle of the video, it was just a close-up view of his butt. Peter wondered why the chaperone needed to record that.

"Young man, this is more serious than I thought," the officer said sternly to Peter. "Do you realize this could make you a registered sex offender for life?"

"Please, just take me to my aunt's house. She can explain everything," Peter begged, nearly fainting in fear.

The officer motioned to the female detective, "Take this kid to his aunt's house. What's the address, kid?"

Peter stammered, "I, uh, I don't know."

"It's 78 Palmer Lane, on the west side," Judy piped in.

"Oh, the Strath residence?" Detective Collins confirmed.

"Yes, Pamela Strath. That's his aunt," Judy confirmed.

"Oh geez, that woman's a pillar of the community; I can't imagine such a deviant being related to her," Det. Collins remarked, looking down at Peter. "Well, we'll get this all sorted out. Come on kid; where are your clothes?"

"I, uh, ... she was about to give me those clothes," Peter said, pointing to Judy and the pile of pink garments. The officer gave Peter the weirdest look he could.

"Uh uh, you're not taking these clothes from our girls," Judy said. All bets were off now; she wasn't going to do anything to help Peter.

"Where are *your* clothes, kid?" Officer Jackson demanded.

Peter looked at Judy with puppy dog eyes, but she couldn't have cared less.

"I, uh, I guess I don't have any," Peter nearly cried.

The detective just looked at the chaperones with disgust and said, "Well kid, we don't have any clothes for you so you're just gonna have to ride naked." She assumed that would cause Peter to cooperate and get his clothes, but Peter just stood there silently.

"Alright, well don't blame me when we knock on your aunt's door and she sees you like that," Det. Collins said as she led Peter into the back of her unmarked police car. Peter didn't even know what to say. Aunt Pam had seen him naked practically since the moment he arrived but apparently no one was going to believe that!

"Okay. I'm going to need to get formal statements from you," Officer Jackson said to the chaperones as Det. Collins walked Peter back to her car, leaving Officer Jackson's cruiser at the scene.

Sitting in the back of the detective's car, the terrified 13-year-old didn't know if he should speak up and tell his side of the story or just wait until they got to Aunt Pam's house where hopefully the detective would see exactly what kind of ordeal his aunt had been putting him through.

Once they were about halfway there, Peter decided it was now or never.

"Excuse me..." Peter said.

"What is it?" Det. Collins snapped.

"Umm.... I just want to tell you exactly what happened," Peter said as calmly as possible. All of the sudden, he felt his penis growing. He couldn't believe it. Why would he be getting a boner now? He had no idea that the pill Traci gave him after his spin-the-bottle orgasm was kicking into effect.

He tried to shrug it off, fold his legs, do anything that would prevent any attention from being paid to it.

The detective remained silent. Peter tried to get a look at her face through the rear-view mirror and could see that she was grimacing and appeared to be mumbling something under her breath. Apparently she was not interested in his side of the story, but he was going to tell it anyway.

"This is all just a big misunderstanding. My Aunt Pam, see, she made me get naked in front of my younger girl cousins last night. I haven't been allowed to wear clothes ever since. My cousins are allowed to touch any part of my body. Actually, Aunt Pam encourages them to play with my private parts and then gets mad at me when stuff happens. She made me go to the beach naked, and left me there with those other girls knowing I was naked. And those girl scout chaperones, they were the ones who told all the girl scouts to touch my penis and they made me...ejaculate," he said, trying to remember the word that Traci had used.

"I didn't want any of this. Please tell Aunt Pam to let me wear clothes again. None of this would have happened if she didn't make me stay naked. I'm the victim. I called 911. Aunt Pam is the one who should go to jail for the way she has treated me," Peter explained, feeling extremely vindicated that he was able to finally tell his full version of what he's been through.

However, the female detective didn't say anything in response. "Please say you believe me," Peter pleaded. But again, no reaction.

When they arrived at Aunt Pam's house, Det. Collins angrily got out of the car and forcefully opened the back door, yanking Peter's arm and making him fall onto the ground. "Get up," she snapped.

Peter got up on his feet and began feeling the most intense mix of panic and fear he had ever experienced.

"I cannot believe you have an erection right now. Boys like you... you are going to learn a lot in jail," the detective threatened.

She then grabbed Peter's arm and began walking him toward the front door. "No; you know what? This is more appropriate," she said as she put a death grip on his boner and used that as a means of leading him up the main entrance before pounding on the door with force.

Aunt Pam quickly answered the door, and greeted Peter and Det. Collins with a look of horror on her face.

"Peter?! What the heck is going on?!!" Aunt Pam exclaimed.

Peter could see Jenn, Gretchen, and another young girl he didn't recognize, trying to peer over Aunt Pam's shoulders. All three were trying to contain uproarious laughter.

"Ms. Strath, I am so sorry about this," Det. Collins said calmly, "Is this your nephew?"

"Yes; what has he done now?!?" Aunt Pam asked with disdain.

"Well it seems he was acting very inappropriately over at the new girl scout camp. He said you dropped him off there," Det. Collins said.

"Girls, go to your room," Aunt Pam turned around to the three girls. They all moped as they walked out of Peter's view.

"I knew leaving him there was a mistake!" Aunt Pam lamented. "I just knew I couldn't trust him. What did he do?"

"Well, he got naked in front of a big group of girl scouts and then did things of a sexual nature in front of them," the detective explained. "He was also caught...ahem...playing with himself in a public bathroom. And we have video evidence." Peter's head was about to explode.

Aunt Pam's face turned beet red with anger. "I don't even know what to say..." she started.

"Aunt Pam, tell her you made me go there naked," Peter begged, getting ready to get down on his hands and knees if that's what it took. "Tell her you've made me stay naked since last night."

"Ms. Strath, you don't have to respond to that," Det. Collins interjected. "It seems this boy has quite an imagination. You wouldn't believe the stories he made up about you while I was driving him over here."

"But it's all true! She is forcing me to stay naked all the time, and tells my cousins to touch my private parts as much as they want! Why would I make that up?!" Peter pleaded. Again, she ignored his assertions.

"Ms. Strath, I know I may be overstepping my boundaries here, but have you considered getting him professional help? We have several doctors, or even institutions, that I could refer him to," Det. Collins offered.

"Thank you officer, but we did actually just go to see a psychiatrist today," Aunt Pam confirmed. "We have a follow-up appointment scheduled for tomorrow because whatever's wrong with him is so severe."

Peter began to hear quiet chatter behind him and turned around in shock to see that a small group of people had gathered to see what was going on. Several neighbors were standing on the sidewalk and shamelessly pointing their smartphones and cameras in his direction. One brave soul, a man that looked to be in his mid-30s, started walking onto Aunt Pam's property and began snapping pictures of Peter from just a few feet away.

Det. Collins's cell phone started ringing. "Collins," she answered, temporarily shifting her attention away from Peter.

The nosy neighbor boldly came even closer and held his smartphone just inches away from Peter's naked butt.

"Excuse me," Aunt Pam said to the amateur cameraman, causing him to sheepishly start backing away.

'Finally, someone other than me is going to get yelled at,' Peter thought to himself.

"Would you like to see the front side too?" Aunt Pam asked, forcibly grabbing Peter and spinning him around. Peter instinctively covered his Viagra-enhanced boner with his hands.

"Ugh. Can you help him move his hands away?" Aunt Pam asked the neighbor.

Peter moved his hands away on his own, but the neighbor still took Aunt Pam's offer to reach forward, and decided to use the opportunity to give Peter's hard-on a quick squeeze. He was unable to wipe a huge smile off his face as he took a bunch of extremely close-up shots of Peter's raging erection.

Peter looked at the detective for some kind of affirmation that he was the victim now, but it seemed like she was intentionally not paying attention.

The rest of the onlookers began to swarm around Peter as well, all of whom were just silently taking pictures and videos of his naked body.

"This is your fault, Peter," Aunt Pam condemned.

After what seemed like an eternity, Det. Collins got off the phone and turned to Aunt Pam, declaing, "Well, it looks like it's this boy's lucky day. The girl scouts are not pressing charges." In spite of all that was happening, Peter still managed to find comfort in that statement, even though he knew in his heart of hearts that he did nothing wrong.

"Oh, thank heavens," Aunt Pam remarked. "But Peter, you are not off the hook with me." Peter began trembling again.

"Thank you so much for everything, officer. I'm so sorry you had to deal with this," Aunt Pam turned to Det. Collins, preparing to take Peter inside and figure out the appropriate punishment.

"Well, actually, Ms. Strath," Det. Collins replied, "You know, I hate to do this to you, but this boy did make an official allegation against you. I know it is just his warped imagination, but I do have to follow protocol so if I could just come inside for a few minutes..."

Aunt Pam glared at Peter and sighed, "I understand. Please, come in."

Peter actually began feeling slightly hopeful. With an official police investigation, in spite of the seemingly worldwide conspiracy against him, maybe the truth would actually, finally come out.

With that, Det. Collins turned to the full crowd of spectators and said, "Alright, folks, let's give them some privacy."

'Where the hell was that call for privacy 10 minutes ago?!' Peter wondered.

As Peter, Aunt Pam, and Det. Collins entered the house, Collins continued to apologize to Aunt Pam, "I am really so sorry about this. But you know how the police bureaucracy works. Someone could claim to have been abducted by aliens and I'd still have to fill out an official investigation."

"No, it's okay. It's not your fault. It's Peter's," Aunt Pam said, again giving Peter a death stare. "Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?"

"Thank you, but I'm good. I just want to make this as quick as possible," Det. Collins replied.

"Now, I just have to ask you a few questions," she said as she pulled out a small notepad. "Have you ever attacked ... what was your name again, kid?"

"Peter Sutton," the 13-year-old replied, feeling like an absolute nobody with this seemingly important detective not even bothering to remember his name.

"Have you ever attacked this boy?" Det. Collins asked, making Peter feel even more worthless that she still didn't refer to him by name.

"No," Aunt Pam replied.

"Have you ever touched him inappropriately?" Det. Collins continued down her list.

"Inappropriately?" Aunt Pam paused. "No." Any touching of his penis, balls, or butt were very appropriate, she rationalized, and were just in response to all of Peter's inappropriate actions.

"Have you ever engaged in sexual misconduct with him?" Det. Collins asked. Peter began to wonder what kind of deranged person would answer yes to these questions even if they were guilty.

"Goodness no," Aunt Pam replied emphatically.

"Remember, I only have to ask you these questions because that's the protocol. Please don't be offended," Det. Collins assured. "Final question -- have you ever subjected him to any other form of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse that was not covered in your earlier answers?"

"Absolutely not," Aunt Pam declared. She began really fuming at Peter for putting her through this humiliating and unnecessary ordeal.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation. I am so sorry for having to put you through that," Det. Collins stated.

"Again, I don't blame you," Aunt Pam assured. "This is 100% Peter's fault and he is going to have to live with that. He's actually lucky that I'm not going to press charges either."

"I hear you," Det. Collins replied. "Now, we're almost done, but I did notice you have three daughters here. May I just ask them a few standard questions as well?"

"It's actually two daughters and a friend of theirs. And I don't know. They've been through so much already..." Aunt Pam hesitated. "But I don't want to cause any trouble, so, I guess that would be fine."

With that, they all headed down the hall as Aunt Pam knocked on the door to the girls' room.

Gretchen quietly opened the door and put on her best innocent little girl face.

"Hi there, darling. What's your name?" Det. Collins asked in a saccharine voice.

"Gretchen," she replied proudly.

"Gretchen. What a lovely name," Det. Collins said. "Listen, I just want to ask you and your sister a few questions about your troubled cousin here, okay?" With that, Jenn quickly rushed up to the door.

"My name's Jenn," the 9-year-old beamed.

"That's an equally beautiful name!" Det. Collins cooed. "So, do you girls mind answering a couple questions?" Both Jenn and Gretchen were too busy staring right at Peter's boner to pay much attention to the detective.

Peter was now fully accepting the fact that this "investigation" was absolutely not going to exonerate him.

"Girls?" Det. Collins said sweetly, noticing that they couldn't take their eyes off of Peter's organ. "Oh my, of course, you innocent young girls have probably never seen a naked boy before."

"Well, there is nothing to be scared of," Collins continued. "Why don't you each come out here and explore?" She realized she wouldn't be able to get their full attention until they satisfied their childhood curiosities.

Det. Collins grabbed Peter's penis and gave it a solid squeeze as an example for Jenn and Gretchen, who each played along and toyed with Peter's boner as though they had never seen it before.

Det. Collins looked in the room and saw their friend, a chubby 10-year-old girl with freckles and glasses, shyly trying to avoid the situation.

"You can come out here too," Det. Collins assured.

"Yeah, come on Megan," Gretchen encouraged.

With the encouragement, the chubby girl emerged and looked longingly at Peter's boner as the first female in the room who had legitimately never seen or touched it before.

Jenn and Gretchen each let go of Peter's genitals to allow their friend to have full access. "Go ahead," Jenn said, grabbing Megan's hand and forcing it to wrap around the raging body part.

The 10-year-old Megan giggled as she tried to turn her head away.

"Come on... look at it," Jenn chuckled. "Isn't it funny?"

Megan broke out of her shyness to get a locked-on gaze of Peter's boner, affirming Jenn's description by breaking out into another set of giggles.

"Okay, good, now that that tension is out of the way, Jenn and Gretchen, I need you to answer me honestly and truthfully, okay?" Det. Collins shifted to a somewhat more serious voice.

"Has your mom ever done or made you do anything inappropriate to this boy?" Det. Collins asked, still not bothering to dignify him with a name.

"Never. Mom has been very nice and very fair to Peter since the moment he got here," Gretchen said unequivocally.

"Yeah, he's been mean and rude a lot, but mom has tried to be as nice as possible," Jenn added. Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I know; I can tell she's a pretty good mom based on how nice you girls are," Det. Collins said sweetly.

"Did your mom take Peter to the beach in inappropriate attire?" Det. Collins asked.

'Finally, a "real" question,' Peter thought to himself. This is when it would be proven that he was forced to be naked.

"No way. He had the best swimming attire I've ever seen in my life," Gretchen replied honestly.

"Yeah; I think all boys should wear what he wore," Jenn piled on.

Det. Collins looked over at Peter and rolled her eyes.

"That's not a fair question!" Peter exclaimed. "Ask them if she made me get naked!"

"Excuse me, young man! I am the detective here. I will ask the questions. That is not the kind of question you ask innocent young girls," Det. Collins fired back.

"Jenn, Gretchen, one final question," Det. Collins said, intentionally turning her back to Peter. "Has your cousin had a tendency to lie and create outrageous stories because he doesn't want to face the truth?"

The two sisters looked at each other and, almost in unison, replied, "All the time!"

"Yep. That's what I figured," Det. Collins affirmed. "Thank you so much, girls. You were very honest and very brave." Jenn and Gretchen beamed ear to ear.

As if perfectly on schedule, there was a knock at the front door.

"That'll be Officer Jackson," Det. Collins said, temporarily walking out of the room so she could let him in.

"So, I hear you like making ridiculous accusations against the woman who's putting food on your plate and a roof over your head?" Officer Jackson said angrily as he approached Peter. Peter almost collapsed in fear before the female detective re-entered the conversation.

"I just completed thorough interviews with Ms. Strath and her daughters; there is no basis to anything he said," Det. Collins confirmed.

"Well of course there's not," Officer Jackson shouted. "The little punk. I've never heard anyone disrespect such a well-respected member of the community like Pamela Strath with such evil lies."

Peter knew it was not his place to argue with this scary cop and decided all he wanted now was to return to the way things used to be with just Aunt Pam and the girls.

Turning back to Aunt Pam, Det. Collins said, "There's just one more thing we need to do and then you can all get back to your lives."

"What's that?" Aunt Pam asked.

Det. Collins pulled her phone out of her pocket and said, "Just so I can make this an open-and-shut case to my supervisors, I need to document that there are no signs of abuse."

Peter began shaking as the detective stood right in front of him and began taking pictures of every square inch of his body.

"Jackson?" Det. Collins called, causing the officer to come forward and begin manipulating the boy's body without saying anything to him -- forcing his eyes open, squeezing his cheeks, raising his arms, etc, while Det. Collins was seemingly centimeters away, filling up her entire phone's storage with pictures.

Peter involuntarily grunted as the uncomfortable and borderline painful way the officer was manhandling him.

"Kid, why are you complaining?" Det. Collins said. "If you've been abused, you should be happy about this since we're documenting the evidence for you."

"Unless of course you were lying, you good for nothing..." Officer Jackson grumbled.

Peter decided to just be as quiet as possible.

Intentionally bypassing his incredibly raging boner for the moment, the law enforcement duo continued to squeeze and take pictures of his thighs and legs before spinning him around and doing the same thing with his back.

"Ready, Collins?" Officer Jackson asked knowingly.

"Roger," Det. Collins confirmed, causing the officer to yank Peter's butt cheeks as far apart as humanly possibly while the detective took what seemed like a million rapid-fire photos. At one point Peter could even feel the sides of the phone pressing up against his butt cheeks, as though Det. Collins was jamming the lens right into his butthole.

"Any signs of abuse there, Collins?" Jackson asked.

"Well, there is some redness here," Det. Collins replied, noting the impact from Traci's handful of spanks earlier.

'Yes! Physical evidence. I wonder if I'll get an apology,' a still-overly-optimistic Peter thought to himself.

"If anyone asks, we'll say it's a sunburn," Jackson declared.

"No, that girl scout lady spanked me," Peter said as quickly as possible so he wouldn't be interrupted. "And it really hurt." He was ridiculously desperate to have one piece of evidence, one statement that might turn in his favor.

"Freaking kid. I'll bet he spanked himself just to try to implicate someone else," Det. Collins glared.

"Pervert," Officer Jackson muttered.

"Please listen to me..." Peter pleaded.

"Kid, you are on such thin ice right now. If you don't shut up, we're hauling your ass off to jail right now. I don't even care if they don't want to press charges against you," Officer Jackson shouted. That was enough to make Peter quiet.

With that, they spun Peter back around as Officer Jackson swiftly wrapped his muscular hands around Peter's erection. He began yanking it from side to side as Det. Collins took an obscene amount of pictures, occasionally muttering "mmhmm" to herself.

"The balls..." Det. Collins instructed, causing Officer Jackson to roughly cup Peter's testicles. While snapping photos of the errant scrotum, Collins decided to use her free hand and give Peter's boner a couple strokes. As long as she had to look at this thing, she deserved to play with it just a little.

"You know, this may not be my place to say..." Officer Jackson interjected, pointing out his patch of pubic peach fuzz. "...But if this little boy is going to act so immature, he really shouldn't have any hairs there."

"That's actually a great observation," Aunt Pam enthused, temporarily dashing out of the room.

Jenn and Gretchen had been watching the entire ordeal, nearly salivating with jealousy that these police officers were getting to have all the fun. After all, 'Dr. Susan' told them that Peter's penis belonged to them. Megan was also looking wide-eyed at Peter and couldn't take her eyes off his throbbing appendage.

After getting such a strong dose of courage earlier, Megan decided to butt in, "Can I help?"

"Well, sure, dear. Aren't you sweet?" Det. Collins enthused. Jenn and Gretchen looked at their friend jealously, each wishing they had been the first to ask.

Aunt Pam returned with a pink lady razor and a bottle of flower-scented shaving cream.

"Now why don't you hold that silly thing out of the way while we shave off his unnecessary hair here?" Det. Collins suggested to Megan, who instantly latched on to Peter's pulsating penis.

Officer Jackson looked over to see the faces of Jenn and Gretchen and suggested, "Would you girls like to help too?"

"Can we?!?!?" Jenn squealed.

"Well, sure; look at how big and mature you are. You can be honorary police officers for today," Officer Jackson said, making them sound way more responsible than they really were.

Turning to Jenn, he offered the bottle of shaving cream and said, "Why don't you just spray that right over all this hair here?"

Then he handed the razor to Gretchen, "And once she does that, you can use this to scrape away the hair."

"You keep holding that stupid thing out of the way," Det. Collins confirmed to Megan, referring to Peter's penis. "You're doing great so far."

Peter watched with anticipatory horror as Jenn sprayed a copious amount of shaving cream not only around his small patch of pubic hair but all the way up the shaft of his penis as well.

"Whoops," Jenn said.

"That's alright, 'Officer Jenn,'" Det. Collins assured. "Better too much than not enough."

She turned to Megan and said, "You can just rub the excess shaving cream right in there."

As instructed, Megan began pumping Peter's rock hard penis, rubbing the shaving cream into it.

This was all causing Peter once again to be on the verge of ecstasy, right as Gretchen began to lean in with the razor.

"Hold still, son," Officer Jackson warned.

Peter managed to freeze his body as much as possible, but the 10-year-old's ministrations on his penis were too powerful for his body not to involuntarily twitch a couple times. As a result, Gretchen ended up slightly knicking him with the razor. A tiny scratch appeard a few inches from his penis, causing Peter to shout overly dramatically, hopefully rightly casting himself as the victim for once.

"Oh, come off it," Officer Jackson snipped. "It's just a tiny scratch. Your fault for not holding still anyway."

Turning to Det. Collins, Jackson said, "If you get any pictures of that we'll have to remember to make a note that he did that to himself."

Eventually, the entire pubic area was shaved clean. Det. Collins ran her hand across the area, affirming, "Well done, 'Officer Gretchen'! Smooth as a baby's butt."

"Or his butt," Gretchen joked as she reached around and fondled Peter's hairless ass.

Following her "partner's" example, Det. Collins ran her hand up and down Peter's butt as well, and approvingly laughed, "Yeah, that's pretty smooth too."

"You sure we don't need to shave around there too?" Officer Jackson asked as he also helped himself to the naked teenage butt. "I guess you're right," he chuckled.

Noticing that Megan was still pumping Peter's penis, Det. Collins joked, "Well, looks like someone is getting over her shyness." Megan blushed, but wasn't embarrassed enough to let go.

Peter began going through the all-too-familiar inner sensations, hoping that the detective would tell Megan to stop now that they were done shaving.

"Just let us know when you're done there, 'officer,'" Det. Collins said to Megan, causing her to display an open-mouth grin, while also making Peter's heart sink.

After about 10 seconds, Peter knew he was going to explode. In a fit of panic, he screamed, "I made it all up!"

The unexpected announcement caused Megan to instinctively let go, causing Peter to audibly moan in sexually frustrated relief.

"Beg your pardon?" Officer Jackson bellowed.

"I made it all up. I haven't been abused. I'm so sorry; just please stop," Peter begged.

"Oh, please. Stop acting like we're stupid and didn't know that already," Det. Collins blasted back.

"But just so it's an official part of the investigation, we need to get that on camera," she added, sticking her smartphone right up in his face.

"Now, repeat what you just said," Det. Collins demanded.

"I made it all up. No one has abused me," Peter said, fighting back tears.

"And Pamela Strath never forced you to get naked or subjected you to any torment or abuse of any kind?" Det. Collins asked leadingly.

Peter gulped. "No...Please just let things go back to normal."

"And do you apologize for accusing other people for your own sordid and borderline criminal behavior?" Det. Collins demanded.

Pausing for a moment so he wouldn't cry, Peter eked out, "Yes.."

"Well, I'd say that all but wraps up our investigation," Det. Collins said, with a thoroughly defeated Peter sighing in front of her.

"Shouldn't we just get a couple more pictures of the shaved area to be completely thorough?" Officer Jackson asked, causing the rollercoaster of Peter's emotions to pick back up.

"Yes, I suppose so," Det. Collins affirmed as she pointed her phone back down to Peter's still-ready-to-explode boner.

"Here, let me get that for you," Officer Jackson offered as he knelt down, grabbed Peter's penis and moved it out of the way so that Det. Collins could get clear shots of his newly shaved pubic area.

"Well, son," Officer Jackon said, "I gotta say, it does take a man to finally come clean and admit the truth. Even though you wasted a lot of police resources, I can feel better about it knowing that you learned something."

"Thanks," Peter said meekly, knowing his penis was ready to shoot with just the slightest additional sensation.

"Just remember to keep this thing under control, alright?" Officer Jackson said jokingly, giving the engorged boner a couple playful strokes, coming face-to-face with the pulsating organ. "You can't just go waving it around in front of little girls. That's not okay. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Peter mumbled, biting his lip and breathing in short, staggered breaths.

"Attaboy," Officer Jackson said, for the first time almost cracking a smile at Peter. He decided to give Peter's penis a few more strokes as a sign of approval.

"You know, once this thing actually develops..." Officer Jackson said as he further inspected Peter's penis. He held the raging organ just inches away from his face as he added, "You'll make some girl really happy some day."

Peter turned crimson red. Although he knew that was supposed to be a compliment, all it did was make him feel evern more embarrassed.

And then...it happened. As much as Peter wanted to fight it, he felt the geyser beginning as a big gush of sperm landed right in the middle of the officer's face. A couple smaller spurts immediately followed before Officer Jackson could pull himself back up.

Understanding the horror of what just happened, Officer Jackson went through the roof. "You motherf--" he screamed, using all his might not to curse. "Did you get that on camera, Collins?! You just f... assaulted a police officer!! That's it -- I'm done being nice to this little piece of..."

Filled with anger, Officer Jackson forcefully smacked Peter's spurting penis, causing it to bounce side to side as his pubescent mess spilled all over the place.

"Cuff him, Collins," Officer Jackson shouted as he began to yank Peter's hands behind him while he was finishing his orgasm.

Det. Collins sighed in agreement and began to read his Miranda rights: "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and..."

At that point, Peter began sobbing uncontrollably, begging them not to arrest him. He didn't dare even try to argue that it wasn't his fault.

"Assaulting a police officer is not the kind of thing you just apologize for, son," Officer Jackson fumed. "Not only have you made our lives a living hell today, you have done nothing but torment these sweet girls and one of the most respected women in this city. Ms. Strath, we'll take care of this pile of garbage for you."

"Well, now, officers, I understand completely if you haul him off to jail," Aunt Pam said with no regard for Peter. "But he's only here temporarily. It's gonna be such a strain on me if I have to handle all of this, especially when his parents come back."

"Oh, well, the last thing we'd want to do is to trouble you in anyway, Ms. Strath," Officer Jackson replied. "But we can't just ignore this. Attacking an officer like that is a very serious offense."

"Please, isn't there anything we can do? Community service of some kind or anything?" Aunt Pam asked calmly.

A lightblub went off in Det. Collins's head. "Hey Jackson, what about..." she said before continuing her idea in a whisper.

"You know what? That's a great idea," Officer Jackson replied. "Ms. Strath, there's an event we have down at the local juvenile detention facility in three days. If you wouldn't mind coming down and volunteering, with your nephew, we won't file any charges."

"Well, it's a little short notice to find a sitter for Jenn and..." Aunt Pam stated.

"Oh, you can bring the little angels! We'll make sure they are well taken care of," Det. Collins offered.

"Jenn, Gretchen, would you mind doing that to help out your mom and nephew?" Aunt Pam asked.

"Okay!" the daughters easily agreed. The last thing they wanted was for Peter to go to jail. Well, they didn't care so much about Peter as they did their new anatomical toys.

"Well, then it's settled. Can you show up at, say, 10 AM?" Det. Collins asked.

"Thee days from now? We'll be there," Aunt Pam assured.

"Great! Well, I just have to say, good luck controlling... 'him.' I mean, if you change your mind and you want us to book him, just give us a call. We'll be more than happy to throw him behind bars. Here's my card," Det. Collins said in a gesture of both shaking Aunt Pam's hand and offering her business card.

Peter felt a hole in his stomach as he watched the officer and detective continue to exchange parting pleasantries with Aunt Pam and the three girls, while failing to say anything to him.

When they finally left, Peter felt a huge sense of relief. But then he looked at Aunt Pam and suddenly realized things were not going to get any better. In fact, he started wondering if maybe he should have begged to go to jail instead.

Even though he had just been through the most emotionally traumatic series of events that a 13-year-old boy could ever face, Aunt Pam only saw him as an out-of-control deviant who had just nearly been arrested for his own sordid actions.

"PETER SUTTON, YOU'RE GROUNDED. GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE UNTIL OUR APPOINTMENT WITH DR. SUSAN TOMORROW! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE," Aunt Pam screamed.

Peter knew he was supposed to act like he didn't want that punishment, but the truth is he loved it. That meant he would be safe from Jenn and Gretchen. Before she could change her mind, Peter ran back to the guest bedroom and closed the door. He never felt so ecstatically happy to be grounded.

He then euphorically reached for his suitcase and opened it, only to realize that it was empty! He searched frantically around the room and couldn't find a single stitch of clothing. Not only that; his laptop and video games were gone too. Aunt Pam must have taken all his stuff and hid it somewhere...

'Oh well. At least I'm alone,' Peter thought to himself. He decided to lie down on his bed and just go to sleep, and put this horrible horrible day behind him.

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