Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 21:30:12 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Inconceivable, Chapter 1

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INCONCEIVABLE
CHAPTER ONE

"Dude, I know you're like, soooo desperate to actually find a guy to take
to that dance thing they have going on at school happening next Firday
night, so tell me, why don't you let me try and hook you up with some of my
dudes at the club?"

"Bray, you're only a bouncer there and mom and dad don't even know about
it, so thanks, but no thanks. And it's not like you can tell them
either. What are you gonna say, you're working at a male strip club? And by
the way, eeeuw! Who wants to date a twenty something when you're fifteen
like me?"

"Me working there has nothing on you refusing to tell the parentals you
actually like boys and not girls, brother. I don't know why you don't just
come and and say it, it's not like it's gonna be that bad. Mom is provably
gonna hug you to death and Dad will create out a whole speech on how he
still loves you no matter what. You're his golden boy after all. Little Max
can do no wrong, can he now?"

"Fuck off, Bray. Oh yeah, I still wanted to asked you, are you still going
to Tasha's house in a few minutes?"

"That's the plan, and looky here..." Bray said as his eyes sparkled,
pulling out his wallet.

"You're so dead if you tell Mom and Dad! Swear you won't."

"Bray..."

"Swear!"

"Dude! Okay, whatever, I swear. What's inside there anyway, a fucking gun?"

Max's eyes widened significantly as he saw the condom that was stashed
right in between the cash notes, almost hidden as such.

"You mean...you and Tash, you're finally gonna...gonna..."

"Dude...I'm not a virgin!"

"Did NOT need to know that! Well I guess I should say, enjoy it then? Just
don't let that thing in your wallet like, pop off or break or tear or
something. Last thing the rents need is their beloved college freshmen
scoring an own goal."

Brayden smiled mischievously at his younger brother of four years and
ruffled the kid's sweaty hair, eliciting an angry roar from the former. It
was blazing hot outside that afternoon, and the two boys were just leaving
school as Bray had offered to walk home with him.

Ever since the Creep...well, at least, that's what people called him, ever
since he...or she...started attacking innocent school boys after school
hours, things have been a little tense. It seemed to have started all so
suddenly, about four weeks ago, two sixteen year olds were viciously
attacked and had their remaining lunch money and cell phones stolen from
them. They got to their respective homes blooded and sore as hell, black
eyes and all.

At that particular juncture, the kids and their parents seemed to think and
hope that this incident was a once off, but clearly not, and a week later,
another boy, of fourteen was robbed and beaten after school when he was on
his way home. Only a mere day after, two boys in the same year was attacked
and left for dead...their blooded shirts and faces finally alerting the
Headmaster of the school and he declared a sort of State of Emergency.

All parents were compulsory to fetch their children from school themselves,
who were under the age of seventeen. Since no kid above the age of sixteen
had been attacked as yet, the Head deemed them to be safe, or so he had
hoped.

Problem with that genius idea, was that with parents, they tended to have
jobs and many of them couldn't afford the luxury to have time off to fetch
their young offspring every afternoon. The school was very clear amongst
the madness...to guarantee the safety of the kids, parents had to adhere to
the new rules, or at least, provide the school with the option of a
suitable replacement, such as an aunt, and uncle, or in Max's case, his
older brother Brayden. The latter clearly having other things than his kid
brother on his mind right now.

"Max, jokes aside now, are you gonna be okay? If something happens to you
Dad will have my ass for breakfast..."

"Bro, home is like five minutes away. I'll be fine. Tell Tasha I'm saying
hi, and tell her that she's sooo lucky that my own ass is gay, because
otherwise she'd want me more than you..."

"You little shit!" Bray cracked up as he playfully tried to punch Max, but
his brother was way too agile and way too fast. And growing up with Bray,
Max knew all his brother's strengths and weaknesses by now.

"Okay, but Max, listen man, you call me. You fucking call me when you get
home, okay? I don't wanna be fingering Tasha and be worried about your
skinny little ass."

"Dude! You're sick! Fine, I'll call you. Promise."

Although the brothers did tend to fight and argue now and them, the
brotherly love and connection between them was genuine and pure, that was
clear for everyone to see. Both love and respected each other, and Bray was
in fact the only person that Max had come out to as yet.

There was a good reason for that...he fully trusted Bray. What's more, his
brother immediately accepted him for who and what he was. It's been a few
weeks now, four to be exact, since Max had told Bray he was gay, and things
were going better than he ever would have hoped.

Max waved to Bray as his brother turned into another alley way on his BMX
bike. Their family only owned one car, and that was currently being shared
by their parents. Only thing and only option that was left was to ride
their bikes to school, like so many kids have done way before them over the
years.

Max swallowed slowly and knew it was only a short ride left to their
home. He could so this. He wasn't afraid. To hell with the Creep or
whatever he was calling himself. With a determined look on his young,
teenaged face, he got onto the seat of his bike and began trekking the
remaining journey home.

**

Max was about a minute or so away from home when he felt something crash
into him with a severe speed. Before he could say or do anything, or even
scream out or yell for help, his head made HARD contact with the pavement,
before his warm, limp body was rolling down onto the warm tarred pavement.

Unfortunately just as sheer luck would have it, there was no one around in
the small suburban street ay particular time and place, to witness the
event happening...not even a random chance car with a good Samaritan who
would have come to his help. The attacker grabbed what was left of Max's
bike and tossed it aside with anger in his heart. He saw the boy laying
unconscious in the middle of the road and smiled evilly. It gave him, an
intense, severe pleasure to see the bloodied boy in such pain, even though
he had seen it several times before, attacking those other kids.

No time to waste. He kicked Max's legs maliciously, before quickly kneeling
down, taking the boy's cell phone and his wallet, snatching whatever cash
there was in said wallet, before tossing it back on top of the boy. He
stood up, and with no one in sight, he made a run for it.

Fifteen year old Max...was quite literally, left for dead.

**

Across town, about an hour away from where Max was right about now, young
and aspiring police officer, twenty two Hendrix Carson was busy filing in
and completing some needless paper work before he phoned the local KFC once
more over their food order for lunch.

With a tired sigh, he placed the phone down after finishing the call and he
looked around in on the table, in utter dismay and frustration. Okay, he
didn't think for one moment that he would be sent into the fucking field
for some hard core detective work in his first two weeks on the job, but he
also didn't expect to have been lumbered behind a desk with mountains of
paper work either. He grit his teeth and carried on with his duties as best
he could, no matter how tires some they were.

Like his late father always said...you have to swallow a few lumps of grain
before you actually earn the coffee.

About an hour later, the take away food had finally arrived and by then
everyone had climbed down HIS throat, and it arriving so late...as if he
was working at said restaurant and HE was responsible. Being a rookie cop,
and visually looking no where near his true age of twenty-two, Hendrix was
often the brunt of the jokes during his two weeks at the job. Baby faced
assassin, they called him. As if. He didn't even get to carry a weapon with
him.

As the influx of cops entered the office where the food was tantalisingly
waiting for them, each officer took his fair share, and that meant that
there was nothing left for poor Hendrix to chow on. Not that it mattered,
he had brought some delicious left over steak with him from the barbeque
and his boyfriend had the day before...but still. They could have left some
od the deliciously smelling Thai cuisine for him. Good manner actually cost
nothing.

Boy oh boy...if anyone on the force would know that he had a boyfriend...he
didn't even wanma think about it. The jokes now were brutal, but it was
just that, jokes. It came with the territory, being the rookie cop, that he
could still handle. What he wouldn't and couldn't handle for shit, was that
his private life would be scattered all over the station. He purposely lied
and told his fellow new colleagues that he was not on Twitter, nor on
Facebook, because they would most definitely discover his secret on those
two social media websites.

Hendrix tried his best not to let it get to him how these...overweight,
bulky fellow officers who were now stuffing their faces before the general
himself, announced his arrival. Everyone near damn froze, and several
mouths came to a sudden close whilst still eating. This was the general
after all, and he commanded only the utmost respect.

"Officers, at ease. Important announcement. The local high school has been
becoming a target for some or other scum of the earth attacking young boys
from ages fourteen to sixteen upwards. Two days ago, a you boy named Max
Plummer was so viciously beaten and bruised, that he is still in the
hospital as we speak, and recovering. Next time, another kid might not be
so lucky."

"What can we do to help, Sir" came the voice of one of the middle aged and
more experienced members of the team, whilst trying to wipe his hands off
upon a napkin from eating the flavoursome Thai food that Hendrix had
ordered.

"Well, I'm afraid we'll have to get someone in there. Undercover. This has
gone far enough. Young Max Plummer wasn't the first victim of this bastard
and he shan't be the last either unless we stop him...the students I talked
to, they all call this fucker,"The Creep" and whilst that alone is weird
enough, he is certainly earning that name right now. The thing is, none of
us, unfortunately, is of said age that we can pass for a high-school
student. And we can't take any chances on this. That so-called Creep will
attack again, and we need eyes and ears on the ground. We can send someone
in as a undercover teacher, but this person is attacking kids, not
teachers, I'm afraid. According to young Max...the Creep had a stature of a
teenager, NOT an adult."

"It's an insider? It's one of their own students doing the attacking?
That's just sick!" came a response and several other officers murmured
their agreement.

"Sir, what about the rookie? The new guy? What's his name...Henry?"

"Hendrix Carter, here I am!" the latter responded as he stood up from
bunkering over all the paperwork he had been going through.

The General cleared his throat and walked over to Hendrix, whilst taking a
good look at what he was seeing before him.

"Age, Junior Constable?"

"Twenty-two, Sir," Hendrix solemnly replied.

Snickering immediately followed his answer. Hendrix inwardly sighed. He was
getting just a little fed up of this. Here he was, seriously being
considered for what sounded like an exciting undercover operation and THIS
was the response he was getting. Really?

The general took a few more moments looking Hendrix over before the grabbed
his phone from his jacket pocket.

"Junior Constable, I assume you have completed all your training? Basic
hand to hand combat, defence, attacking order?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!" came the determined answer to the question.

The General dialled a number and allowed the phone to ring before he placed
said cell phone on Hendrix's desk and allowed it to be on speaker.

"Northbridge High school, good afternoon?"

"Good afternoon, Headmaster. We spoke about an hour ago about your problem
with the attacks on young male students at your school. Can we meet
tomorrow morning, here at the station? We have a suitable candidate that we
think will be perfect to be placed undercover at the school, and I have
full confidence he will be best placed to sniff out whoever is doing this
to the students. All we need is your approval to go ahead...

Hendrix felt something happening inside this chest, a certain warmth if you
would...pride? Excitement? He really didn't know the answer. And right
now...he really didn't care!

Looks like he'd be getting his first assignment much earlier than he
thought!

**

"And are you quite sure this will work, General? Because this whole thing
will backfire the moment he slips up or if even one student sniffs out the
truth. He's gonna have to blend in, and are you sure he can do that? He's
full seven years older than who he's trying to portray!"

Hendrix stood up and looked over to his superior, who gave him a subtle
nod.

"Headmaster, I can assure you that whilst I don't look it, I am a Junior
Constable and I have been trained sufficiently for this mission. We will
find out the identity of the Creep, that I can assure you. No one knows of
this operation, but the three of us and our team back at the station, and
needless to say, they won't talk. We only have one chance in this, that I
know. Together, we can do this."

The Headmaster of the school sighed and nodded, throwing up his hands in
mid-air as he did so.

"I really hope so, Junior Constable. Because I'm not prepared to have even
ONE more of our students brutally attacked and left on the side of the road
like young Max Plummer was. He is still in hospital and thank God he will
make a recovery, but the next boy, may not be so lucky. Who ever this Creep
is...I shudder to think just why he is doing this. I'm placing my trust in
you, Junior Constable Carter. Find this lunatic. I beg you.

**

"Max...hey...you up for some visitors?"

Max opened his eyes tiredly and smiled as he saw Brayden enter the room,
complete with a stack of DVD's and CD's and even some potato chips and more
importantly, much needed some chocolate that he must have snuck past the
nurses station.

"Bray...hey man. Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Told them I was taking a ride on my bike, to clear my head. They don't
know that I'm here. I'm...I feel like shit, buddy. I shouldn't have left
you that day. I've been sick, I can't sleep, I see you laying there in the
street like all the time...I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..." Bray croaked,
his voice breaking as he finished his sentence.

Max's eyes softened and held out his fist towards his older brother, who
was busy wiping the splash of unexpected tears that was pouring across his
cheeks, and the latter stared at the outstretched fist in sheer and utter
confusion.

"Don't leave me hanging..." Max whispered, his eyes warm and friendly.

Bray wiped away the last of his tears and he gently placed his own fist
against that of his brothers before letting out a massive, built up sigh
from deep inside his chest.

"If I had just walked home with you..."

"...then we both would have been in here. That Creep is insanely strong. I
told the cops that it definitely is not an adult, because it's not. He
wasn't built like a full ass grown man. More like...yeah, almost like
someone your size. They should check out the college kids rather than
school dudes, because I don't think who ever it is goes to our school. Any
school."

Brayden nodded and sat down, opening up the chocolate he had smuggled in
and broke off a piece, handing half to Max before he devoured his own
piece.

"How's Tasha?" Max asked after a brief silence.

"She's good. She's awesome. We actually...well, I'm not bragging, but we
did it twice, you know, that afternoon. That's why I feel so guilty. I was
busy having sex and plunging that perfect pussy when you were laying on the
side of the road."

Max had to stifle back a laugh.

"How could you gave known? I was like a minute away from home
anyway. Reason I'm asking, is that she says that there's a new kid in
school apparently. Her sister Alicia told her. She also said that he
was...well, not bad looking...".

The smile on Brayden's face stretched by the passing second as he looked at
his brother with utter enjoyment and teasing in his eyes.

"Ahhh, and you want me to find out if he is as HAWT as Alicia said he is?"
he giggled, handing Max another piece of chocolate.

"No, Doofus! Who would want me, when I'm looking like this? All scratched
up and full of wounds? I look like Freddy Krueger!"

"Not! My little bro was born to be like his older bro...handsome as hell!"

Max rolled his eyes before he ate another piece of the delicious dark Kit
Cat chocolate. His mind kept going back to Alicia, and the way she was
going on about the new kid...what did she say...oh yeah...his name was
Hendrix or something, and that he looked like a reincarnation of Romeo
Fucking Beckham.

Counting how many times Max had jacked off his dick imagining a foursome
between himself and all three Beckham brothers, make no mistake, he was
curious as hell to see this new boy in their grade and classroom. To just
be...normal again. To check out the boys in his class secretly as he always
did. Not to have had this whole entire experience never to have
happened. To just...forget it.

All he wanted to do, was forget the Creep ever existed. As if that, was at
all possible.

**

"Sir, I humbly request your opinion on this matter."

The General as well, as two of Hendrix's fellow officers nodded their heads
and whilst one was still snickering at the current view of Junior Constable
Hendrix Carter, dressed in a school uniform, his hair gelled in typical
fifteen year old manner, silver chain around his neck and everything...they
couldn't deny what they all were thinking.

He has only gone and done it. He was the spitting image of a fifteen year
old teenage boy.

"Junior Constable...you are officially on your own. Remember, the Creep
seems to be watching and attacking boys attending the school, within ages
of fourteen to sixteen. Not one boy older than sixteen has been attacked,
which is not to say it won't happen, just that it hasn't. We will stay in
contact, but you understand it has to be in moderation. If this...this
person is really one of the students attending the school, then we can't
blow your cover. The aim is for him to target YOU, and of course, with all
your training, he won't see his demise coming. You understand all this as I
have said it to you?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!" Hendrix shouted, in final agreement.

**

"There's Max! He's back!"

A bunch of kids started running towards Max and Bray, who came to drop his
brother off on his first day back at school after the attack. His eyes
shone and his smile was as wide as the Sahara desert as he saw the incoming
avalanche.

"Okay guys, he's still a little weak, give the man some space!" Bray
laughed and ruffled Max's hair, getting a death stare for his troubles in
the process.

After several hugs and high fives as well as fist bumps, Max was helped to
the classroom by a few of his buddies as his ribs and legs were still a
little iffy. The bell for opening orientation was just about to go off, and
he bravely waved back to Bray before the saw their parent's car drive
off. Bray still had to go all the way back home and take their mom to work,
since their Dad needed the car for an early conference across town. No
wonder he was in such a hurry.

Inside the class, Max was warmly welcomed back by his teachers, before
assembly was about to begin. Out of the corner of his eye he saw though,
that he was being watched.

He turned his head as slowly as he slowly turned towards the boy...and holy
shit...this must be the new kid that Alicia was talking about...god in
heaven, he was gorgeous! So...so incredibly beautiful...

So...why exactly was the kid watching him and so intently though?

Weird.

**

So that was Max Plummer.

The boy who had been attacked by the Creep. Him and several others, he was
just the latest.

But what was even more worrying, was that although he had a boyfriend of
his own, who wasn't exactly happy that he had to be incognito for his job,
passing himself off as a hormonal fifteen year old at the local
high-school, not even so much as being able to come home, as he had to
remain inconspicuous...none of that was worrying some at that moment...

...but why was he trying his best to NOT get a boner...as he couldn't take
his eyes off the handsome boy wonder Max...

Hendrix swallowed. Hard.

Don't go messing this up! Don't you dare! It's your first fucking
assignment, for fuck sake!

Max seemed...so popular. So innocent and so pure. Pure teenage boy in every
sense. Hendrix rolled his eyes...he felt so incredibly out of place in
between all these young kids. It wasn't even so long ago that Hendrix
himself had been fifteen. Six years to be exact. In his day, school boys
didn't have the looks that Max Plummer did. He was beginning to have
serious second thoughts about all this, but alas, it was way too late.

"Why don't you take a picture, it last longer!" came the voice, the voice
of an absolute Angel.

In all his daydreaming about Max, he didn't notice that he had just walked
smack bang straight into him.

Stay in character...he can't become suspicious...

"Oh man, dude, I'm sorry. It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was
going. Only been here like a week."

Max smiled. Fucking hell...it was like a Christmas tree had just been set
alight with all the colours of the damn rainbow...having this beautiful boy
so near to him.

"No sweat, I was just wondering why you were like, staring at me. I'm
Max. And you must me Hendrix right? The new kid? Heard a lot about you!"

Hendrix forced a smile as he tried to remain calm.

If only Max here, knew how much he knew about him.

"I guess...well, we have all heard you were attacked by the Creep. I guess
I was just curious."

Is that something a fifteen year old would say? God.

Max smiled and turned back towards his own friends, once more facing away
from Hendrix.

And suddenly...just exactly how much more, he wanted to get to know Max,
was starting to scare the living shit out of the rookie junior Constable...

Get ready for the acting challenge of your life, buddy boy!

**



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