Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 14:11:16 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: The Trial

If I may crave the Court's indulgence, I would like to make a preliminary
statement. I know I am taking a great risk in conducting my own defence,
but I truly believe that I am the only person who can give a true and
accurate account of my actions, and, perhaps more importantly, my
motives.
Your Honour, I stand accused of rape, of buggery of a minor. I am not
accused by the boy himself, but by the State that purports to represent
his interests. I call my first witness: Jacques Valledalain.
"Do we need an interpreter, Mr Borden?"
"No, Your Honour, Monsieur Valledalain is bilingual."
"Proceed."
The handsome blond-haired Quebecois youth entered the witness box and was
sworn in in the usual manner. The Judge looked at the youth and felt a
tightness in his chest.
The young man gave an account of how he had met the accused and how they
had had a short but torrid love affair.
"Love affair?" said the judge. "Could you be more specific, Mr, er,
Valledalain?"
"Specific, Your Honour? I am not sure I quite understand........."
"What exactly happened physically between you and the accused?"
Under the bench, out of sight of the court, the Judge could feel his cock
swelling into erection. He let one hand slip discreetly below the bench.
"Physically, Your Honour? We, well, we made love."
"Proceed."
"We, that is, John, that is, Mr Borden -" he nodded towards the accused -
"John caressed me."
"And?"
"And, well, touched me."
"And?"
By this time, the judge's cock had swelled into a painful erection. He
looked at the blond Canadian. If only....................!
And, well, he, erm, used his mouth on me."
"How?"
"He........he........sucked my........penis........"
"What else?"
The judge now had his fingers wrapped tightly round the shaft of his
throbbing erection.
"We made love, Your Honour."
"So you said. What does that mean exactly?"
The Canadian youth swallowed hard. He hadn't expected this.
"He, er, he penetrated me, sir."
"And did you want him to do that?"
"Oh yesssssss!"
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. It had been
the most wonderful experience of his life. He remembered now how it felt
to have his lover's cock deep inside him. The judge tried hard not to
masturbate even harder. Only the bailiff was aware of what the judge was
doing, but that was fine, because the bailiff had got a hard on too.
"I see. Very well, carry on, Mr Borden."
John turned to the witness.
"Did I force you to have sex?"
"No."
"Did I do anything against your will?"
"No."
"Thank you. That is all."
The counsel for the prosecution walked slowly over to the witness box.
"Mr Valledalain, you say the accused "penetrated" you. What exactly does
that mean?"
The youth looked perplexed.
"I don't quite understand. He penetrated me."
"How exactly?"
"He, he, well........" - the youth looked desperately at the judge.
"Answer the question, dear boy," the judge said sweetly. He wanted to
hear the answer too.
"He pushed his penis into my, erm, back passage."
"Back passage? You mean your rectum?"
"Yes."
"He forced his erect penis into your anus."
"Yes."
"And do you consider this a normal and acceptable act?"
"I'm sorry?"
"A man forces his erect penis into your rectum. Do you think that is the
purpose for which your rectum was designed?"
"Objection, Your Honour! Research has shown that the rectum is as much a
sexual organ as the vagina."
"Objection sustained."
Good old Judge Barker. The old queen was such a gem!
"No more questions, Your Honour."

John Borden wiped his brow with a red-spotted handkerchief. The ordeal
was not over yet. He called his next witness.
"Call Mrs Sue Mackey."
A middle-aged plumpish dark-haired lady took the stand. She was wearing
too much makeup and had clearly chosen a bra that pushed her breasts up
in a way that was almost aggressive.
"You are the mother of Michael Mackey."
"I am."
"And were you aware of my relationship with your son?"
"Yes."
"You knew that it was a sexual relationship?"
"Yes."
"And what were your feelings about that?"
"I, well, I was happy for Michael. I know you are a kind man and......."
"Do you think I should go to prison for loving your son?"
"Objection, Your Honour!"
"Sustained."
"I will rephrase the question. Did you think at any time that I was
harming your son?"
"No. Not at all."
"Your witness."
The counsel for the prosecution wished he was somewhere else. Mothers are
notoriously unreliable witnesses.
"You were happy about the sexual relationship between your son and the
accused?"
"It was not a problem for me."
"And were you aware of exactly how that love expressed itself?"
"Sorry?"
"I mean, a man loves a boy. What exactly do they do physically to express
that love?"
The judge just loved this line of questioning. His hand continued to
stroke his erection. If only all cases were this exciting!
"I don't know."
"You don't know? You don't know that the man physically penetrates the
boy anally? Do you think that is normal?"
"If that is what they do...."
The judge intervened.
"Mrs Mackey, counsel is talking about anal intercourse. Do you
understand?"
She nodded. The judge felt a delicious spasm in his penis. It was a good
trial as far as he was concerned. Assfucking young boys! He sighed.
"Continue."
"Thank you, Your Honour."
But the trial was really over. The accused was given a suspended sentence
and required to report to a probation officer weekly and to keep away
from young boys. That evening, John Borden sat in Sue Mackey's sitting
room sipping a cognac.
"Thanks, Sue."
"You're welcome. Michael was a little devil till you came along. Now he's
an angel."
"Where is he now?"
"He's upstairs in his room."
"Do you mind if I ............"
Sue Macky smiled.
"Of course not. He's waiting for you."
John got up to go, feeling a stirring in his crotch.
"Oh, and John........."
"Yes, Sue?"
"Dedicate this fuck to me, ok? I think I earned it."

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