Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 15:57:49 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: KP Cops

KP COPS
BY FR. PETER
EMAIL: elgrecospain@hotmail.com

This story is written for adult entertainment purposes it is not intended
to endorse or condone any of the activities described. All characters are
the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to persons
living or dead is pure coincidental. If you do not wish to read the erotic
story that follows please do not do so.

Feedback appreciated.

Chapter 1

Anthony arrived at the Police Station in London's West End. He was pissed
off. He had been sitting reading his telegraph at a cafe when he was
distracted. In the unseasonably warm Spring weather his attention had been
distracted by a Dad and his son in Spurs football strip. All white in the
harsh Spring sunlight the shorts and short-sleeved tops were virtually
transparent. The Dad was hot. Built. Tattooed.  The son about 5 was as cute
as a button. He held his Dad's hand as they went about the busy streets.
Anthony wondered how close father and son were.

Anthony did not see the thief coming. He swiped his Iphone, which Anthony
had foolishly left on the table. It was insured but Anthony knew that for
insurance purposes he would need a police report so he headed to the
station.

There was no one on the desk but a sign asked callers to take a seat and
wait. Bloody cutbacks, no doubt, Anthony thought. A man in smart
pin-striped suit sat waiting. He was about 6 foot, in shape. In his late
40's Antony reckoned. His tanned faced sported a nicely trimmed goatee. His
gold rimmed spectacles looked expense. He was reading the Lancet, which
Anthony knew was a medical journal.

'I am sure there will be someone out soon.' The man said to Anthony,
smiling. He had a great smile.  His suit jacket was opened to reveal an
nicely fitted waistcoat. He sat with he legs apart and there was an
impressive bulge at the crotch. He was openly reading and article entitled
"The Consequences of Underage Sex -- A medical overview.' He noticed that
Anthony had caught sight of the article.

'Pre-meeting preparation' He explained. 'I am hear as a Dr. to advise the
station on some protocols when they discover some child has been interfered
with. I gather I will have to view some pretty hardcore and disgusting
videos.' He shook his head. But Anthony noticed that one of his hands had
slid to his crotch and Anthony felt the Dr. had massaged himself. Then
Anthony thought he may have imagined it.

"Terrible business.' Anthony said.

'Yes indeed, but this station is the primary centre for that kind of police
investigation, so pity the guys here who have to look at it again and
again. Can you imagine watching porn for a living?'

'Have you viewed any of that stuff before?' Anthony asked.

'In the line of my work, do you mean?'

The Dr's response left open the possibility that he had looked at it in his
private time.  'Yes, I suppose so.' Anthony said.

'This is the first time, for work.' He said. Again leaving open the other
possibility. 'But you know how it is you can stumble across things on the
internet.' The Dr. Smiled.'I am sure you have yourself?'

'No, have to say I haven't.'

A young cop, in blue regulation pants, navy blue ribbed jumper, with cotton
patches on the shoulders for his badge, pristine white shirt and tie, came
along the corridor. He looked a bit flushed and was grinning. He licked his
lips. He seemed to be sporting an obvious hard-on.

The Dr. shot a glance at Anthony.

'What do they say when policemen start to look cute, you are getting old?'

Anthony chuckled. 'I don't think that is quite it.'

The young cop was cute. In his twenties. Close-cropped ash blonde hair.
Clean shaven. Eyes that were so blue they looked like they could not be
real. A generous mouth.

His girlfriend must be happy girl, Anthony thought. For all his youth there
was an obviously sexuality about him.

'Dr. Phelps?' the young copped asked of the two men.

The Dr. stood.

'That would be me.'

'They are ready for you know Dr. Hope you have prepared yourself some of
that stuff is so....' It looked like the cop might say 'hot' or 'sexy' but
he was lost for words.

'Mind-bending?' The Dr. asked.

'Yes, you could say that. I will take you through.'

'My assistant here might also be permitted to view the material.' The
Dr. said spontaneously. "Two heads are better than one.'

Anthony wondered who the Dr. was referring to, before realising it was he.

'Of course. The cop said. The more the...' He stopped again. He was about
to say 'the merrier'.

Anthony was conflicted should he just go with the flow. He was unsure. He
just wanted to report the theft of his phone.

'If we could use the 'little boys' room first.?' The Dr. asked. He seemed
to emphasise the words 'little boys'.

 The young policeman grinned.

'Cheers Dr.' He said. 'It the last door on the left. The meeting is in the
second door on the right. You can join us in there when you are ready. I am
just going to close up the station until we are finished. We don't want
interruptions, these are sensitive matters.'

'Indeed they are.' The Dr. beckoned to Anthony to follow him, to the small
toilet at the end of the corridor.

When they were inside with the door closed the Dr. turned to Anthony.

'I hope I did not put you on the spot. I am Dr. Stephen Phleps.' He
extended his hand.

'Anthony Soper' Anthony responded shaking the Dr's hand.

The doctor then went to the urinal unzipped and took out his dick. It was
rock hard but he was still able to piss.

'Excuse the erection Anthony but I am a bit turned on by what is in
prospect. Hope that does not disgust you. I am married, two daughters but
the idea of viewing this stuff bones me up. Our secret eh?'

'Sure.' Anthony said. He had taken up position along the Dr. at the other
urinal and was now pissing.

'It is only natural I reckon. The cops in here are a bit fascistic they
will be all moral indignation but I suspect some of them may be turned
on. Like that cute guy on the desk. Did you see his face when he came to
the desk, obviously he has had a taster of what we are about to view.' He
paused as he shook the last drops of piss from his still hard dick. 'I am
here to give medical advice, what they should look for if they are
presented with an abuse case. But I would value an objective lay person's
view, that is why I suggest you come into the session. A bit naughty of
me,I know.So you see you are my assistant. It is no lie. You can tell me
what you think really because these guys as I said are likely to want to
hang the adults in these video up by their testes, or nuts if you prefer.'

Anthony nodded.

'I have asked them to invite the local Roman Catholic curate, Fr. Peter, a
friend of mine. He is an openminded sort of chap. I have confessed to him
some of my forbidden desires from time-to-time and he took it in his
stride. Good looking guy too. Plays Rugby' He was washing his hands.
'Always good to have a piss before an erotic situation. Improves the flow
of blood to the cock... sorry penis.'

He waited while Anthony washed his hands and then the two of them headed to
the meeting room. The Dr. paused outside the door, listened and then
knocked.

The door opened.

A short man greeted them. About 35 Anthony reckoned. Short but strongly
built. His head shaved and shone. The top button of his shirt was undone
and his tie slightly loosened. He wore grey suit trousers.

'Dr. Phelps, I am Detective Rick Saunders.' He extended a stubby hand.

Dr. Phelps introduced Anthony.

'This is PC Harden.' Saunders said introducing the junior cop they had
already met.  'Sergeant Windsor' the Detective said pointing out a
uniformed policeman. He was early fifties. Gun met hair. Tanned with
sparkling dark eyes. He was tall and had huge hands. He shook the hand of
the Dr. and Anthony.

'Detective Robinson' Saunders pointed to a man sitting in front of two
monitors. On them was a frozen image of an angelic boy's face. A blonde
fringe met the boys green eyes his mouth was full and generous and he had
cute button nose. His face filled he screen.

Robinson was dark haired, arabic looking. He wore a tight fitting shirt and
black jeans, a holster without a gun was on his belt.

'And last but not least Fr. Peter Young, but I think you know each other?'

The Dr and the Priest nodded.

The priest was in full clerical suit. Black jacket and pants of the finest
wool. A black shirt and full Roman collar.

'Well gentlemen.' Saunders began we all know why we are here. ' We are to
view was is known as KP, I presume I do not need to explain that.'

The men nodded their understanding.

'If any of you want to leave at any time, just let me know. Or if you want
me to pause the video tell me. It is strong stuff. I appreciate that as
respectable members of society, regardless of our callings in life we will
be appalled by what we see but we are here to evaluate it and report back
to another committee or preliminary object views of what we see. I will dim
the lights as we watch. If you have any questions the might be best left to
the end but if you feel the need to ask something please do. Dr. you can
summarise your view at the end but feel free to make any comment as matters
unfold.'

The detective walked to the dimmer switch and brought the lights to a
glimmer but soon the men's eyes adjusted and they could see each other but
in a more discreet way.

'You can roll the VT Robinson' Saunders ordered.

The Angelic boy's face started to move. He was licking his lips.

'Tell Daddy what you would like' an adult voice said off camera.

'My dad's dick' the boy responded.

A huge male penis entered the screen from the right. It was
super-hard. Uncut. The glans were purple, engorged and a pearl of pre-cum
was on the tip.

The boys luscious lips kissed the cock-head and licked the drop of semen.

'You like dad's milk don't you' The adult voice said.

'Yes I do dad.'

The man pushed his dick forward and boy took the huge head in his mouth. He
sucked on it. His father pushed further and the boy accommodated the veiny
shaft.

The image faded.

Saunders cleared his throat.

'We decided to start with something mild. Believe me there is more... I
mean ... worse. That boy we understand is very young. Is everyone OK to
move on?'

'Are we going to see man on boy only?' The Dr. asked.

'No we will cover the full spectrum.' Saunders replied.

'Let's see the next one.' PC Harden said a little too
enthusiastically. While he had no cap when he met Anthony and the Dr. one
now lay on his lap.

'Yes I agree.' Fr. Peter said, there was a tremble of excitement in his
voice.

'OK.' Saunders replied and nodded at Robinson.

The screen showed a living room that could be any living room in any modern
middle class house. Expensively furnished. Three men sat on the sofa.

A boy came into the room, dressed in short pants, t-shirt and converse
runners. He had dark curly hair and pale sallow skin. He turned his back to
the camera but faced the men. The camera lingered on the back view of the
boy. His little bubble butt was particularly fascinating to camera
operator.

Music sounded. 'I Want Your Sex' was the track.

The boy began to dance provocatively but very well. He went from man to man
and kissed each one. Then he took off his t-shirt and each man followed
suit. He returned again to each man but this time the kiss was longer and
was a full-on snog with the cameraman capturing it in HD close up.

The boy then took off his shorts and we wearing tight white toon
briefs. Jerry of Tom and Jerry was on the crotch and the camera gave a long
lingering shot of it. The boy's little cock was obviously hard. The men
stood up and stripped off their jeans. All were wearing briefs and they had
impressive packages. They sat back down.

The boy went over to them and knelt down. He crossed himself.

'Jesus!' Fr. Peter exclaimed involuntarily.

'The little slut.' Detective Robinson said.

The boy began licking the pouch of the first man. The man held the boy's
head close and firmly to him.

The boy came up for air and moved to the second man and while he repeated
the procedure the first man took out his dick and began fisting it.

He leaned down and began feeling the boy's arse.

'Sweet fuck' PC harden said.

In the dim light Anthony could see that the young constable was clearly
wanking under the cap. He looked at the other men. They were transfixed by
the video.

The boy had now moved to the third man and was repeating the ritual of
licking the pouch of man's briefs. But he then whipped his cock out and the
boy began to suck it.

'Disgraceful, isn't it?' Saunders said, his eyes glued to the screen.'This
is mild let me assure you' Once again his eyes were trained on the scene.

The men had now discarded their briefs. The boy was moving form cock to
cock hungrily sucking all three.

'Hard to credit he can accommodate those nice fat male members.' Fr. Peter
said, his breath was short.

'The throat, like the anus can dilate to accommodate much more than you can
imagine.' Dr. Phelps said.

Through the faint light Anthony could see that the good Dr. had his hand
inside the unzipped fly of the priest's trousers.

There was a heavily sex laden tension in the room.

Sergeant Windsor had his hand inside his shirt and was obviously tweaking
his nipples. His other hand was inside his police issue pants. He was
stroking.

'I wonder who the cameraman is?' Windsor asked.

'Lucky fucker.' Robinson said leaning forward to get a better view as a
cock was defiling the boy's mouth.

Anthony expected Saunders to reprimand him.

It seemed that the dim light was giving the men carte blanche to reveal
their innermost thoughts. Safe in a kind of anonymity.

The camera panned down the boys body. The first man, he had kissed and
sucked, had ripped a hole in the boy's briefs and was fingering his
hole. The man sucked his finger from time-to-time to lubricate his
finger. The third man was feeling the boy's cock and was licking his lips.

'For fuck sake suck him off.' Saunders said and as he did he unbuckled his
belt and dropped his trousers to his knees. His huge, hard cock made his
red briefs look obscene. He turned and briefs were ass-lees and the hairy
globes of his glutes were supported by understraps in the same material as
the front panel of his briefs.

'Rim me.' He commanded Robinson spreading his cheeks to reveal his ass
hole.

Robinson buried his face in his colleague's ass.

On cue PC harden shucked down his trousers he had gone commando and had
shaved his pubes so this his crotch had a boy-like appearance.

The Dr. beckoned to him and then went down on the young constable making
loud obscene slobbering noises.

'Fuck the Lord look at that.' Fr. Peter said.

All the men present looked at the screen the boy was laid out on the dining
table and one of the men was cutting his briefs off with a scissors.

The boy raised his legs in the air and one of the men was moving into
penetration position, while another was feeding him dick at the other end.

'It is a fucking spit-roast.' Priest said.

He took of his jacket and lowered this trousers revealing manly, hairy,
rugby-player thighs. On the pouch of his briefs was emblazoned a cross.

Sergeant Windsor dropped to his knees on front of the holy man.

'Bless me Father.' He said.

'In the name of the cock, the bollox and the sacred spunk Amen' Fr. Peter
said.

The sergeant took the priest's cock out through the slit in his briefs and
begam blowing the ordained man of the cloth.

Anthony wondered if he was hallucinating. All around him men were turing to
each other while on the screen the boy was being fucked by each man in
turn.  They slammed their rods into him right to the hilt at each end. The
boy was like a rag doll.

Robinson was still savouring Saunders' hairy man hole.

'Fuck him.' He said.

Anthony realised that Robinson was inviting him to fuck his colleague.

'I think we should go hardcore men.' Robinson said 'I'll move to another
video.'

As he scanned the endless list of porn on the computer.

Anthony sunk his cock into the glorious arse of Detective Saunders.

To be continued....