Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2017 14:50:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex VIII: Rex and the Silver Fox Snatchers (Part One)

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The Adventures of Rex VIII: -   Rex and the Silver Fox Snatchers(Part One)




23 year-old Collin lay sprawled on his uncle's large bed, his naked body
lit only but the small bedside lamp. His flat stomach dotted with the now
drying remains of a tremendous orgasm achieved just 20 or so minutes
before. His hand clutching a navy blue silken OTC sock that his Uncle Rex
had discarded yesterday after arriving home from a busy day at his office
in central London. The manly sock aroma of the busy advertising man's day
had sent Collin into bliss for a full of hour of edging delights while
rolling about on his uncle's satin duvet cover. Collin adored his Uncle Rex
and found his 50 year-old body a masterpiece and an erotic magnet in so
many ways!


Collin, who only weeks earlier, had learned that his Uncle Rex had saved
his life from his miserable father and a sad life steadily going
nowhere. Collin was gently working out, watching his diet and was really
becoming aware of maximising his looks through good, stylish grooming. All
this was due to his uncle's caring influence and a deep desire to be the
best nephew in the whole world. And maybe....his uncle's lover. He truly
wanted that...but would settle for just being part of life here in London
and living under his roof.


Collin knew he owed a great deal to sweet Rolf, his Nordic gay bear boss at
the bookstore, he had arranged the grooming sessions with a stylist and had
paid for his new spectacles as a gift...perfect wire rims in gold with
small lenses. They looked great on him and he knew it!

Life was good and Collin loved looking after his uncle in all the ways a
wife cared for her husband. He learned to cook and clean...and even gave
great foot rubs. He loved rubbing Uncle's Rex big socked 11 size feet after
a long day at his office being a successful and highly regarded "ad man"
for a prominent London advertising agency.

Collin glanced at the bedside alarm clock and saw it was approaching 11:30
PM and his uncle would be home from his weekly Wednesday bridge night with
a group he played with from the office. They played until about 11 PM and
then Rex would hit the Tube and be home just after 11:30 or so. Collin
loved Wednesday nights because it meant he could have a leisure meal and
spend the evening lounging in his uncle's big bedroom and snoop and sniff
to his heart's content...and cum at least once or twice! He felt so close
to his beloved Uncle Rex laying on his bed, smelling his warm scent and
just being where his uncle's body had been just hours before.

Collin slipped into the nearby bathroom and splashed water on his tummy and
redressed to greet his uncle downstairs and share a quiet cup of herbal tea
with him before they both hit the sack. The routine was now well
established and enjoyed by both parties greatly. Collin slipped the navy
sock back into the clothes basket and danced down the stairs and began to
make his way to the kitchen out back as the front door burst open.

Uncle Rex stood wide mouth open and panting. Sweat beaded on his furrowed
brow below his tousled reddish grey locks which were normally well combed
and tidy but tonight windswept and askew. His hand grabbed at his necktie
and he quickly undid the knot and pulled it free from his dress shirt
collar.

"Uncle Rex, you look terrible...have you been running? What on earth has
happened?" Collin blurted out as he was just about to enter the kitchen.

Uncle Rex staggered to his favourite chair in the living room and plopped
down.

"Collin, you'll never believe it. I was chased...well; more like followed
tonight on my way back from the tube station just a few streets away!"
Uncle Rex said as he pulled his suit coat off and tossed the navy blue heap
onto the floor.

"What do you mean you were followed? By a man...or a gang?" Collin pleaded
for more details.

Uncle Rex began plucking buttons open and loosening his white shirt collar.

Collin, as was his habit of late, pushed the plush footstool forward and
raised his uncle's shoe clad feet atop its surface. His uncle had begun to
appreciate Collin's little quirks...even this massage routine was hard to
not love.

Rex wiped his brow as he sat up with both feet back on the carpet. "Collin,
a drink first...whisky straight up. I need it...no tea tonight!"

Collin obedient leapt up and fixed a stiff drink and brought it to his
uncle's outstretched hand.

Uncle Rex took a long swig and placed it on a side table and looked up at
Collin.

"Thanks, Collin. You are a Godsend! And yes...go ahead, massage my whiffy
socked feet. The things we modern guys do for one another! I know you love
it...go for it!" Uncle Rex said smiling broadly and moving his tired size
11's up on the footstool once more.

"Thanks, Uncle Rex. I know I am gay, proud of it and boy, I have my little
fetishes...and you are the coolest uncle on the whole planet! But tell me
what happened...while I work your feet, of course!" Collin said as he
adjusted his spectacles and moved downward to kneel by his favourite feet
in the universe.

Collin lovingly unlaced the black leather shoes, so warm and moist from his
uncle's midnight sprint and slid each off to expose those perfect sock clad
size 11's. The charcoal grey OTC socks fit his uncle's feet like gloves and
each toe was capped with gold weave...Collin breathed deep as each sock
regally steamed a gaseous aroma that nearly intoxicated him right on the
very spot!

Rex sat back and watched as his besotted nephew began to gently work his
fingers into the socked flesh of his left foot...the massage was pure
delight. Sure, Uncle Rex knew Collin had this "thing" for him. He assumed
it was simply the fact sweet Collin had no strong male in his life until
now, a male that respected his sexuality and allowed him to just be
himself. Uncle Rex felt it was just a phase of hero worship and would pass;
a small crush on his mature uncle for now...in time a young man will come
along and sweep him off his feet and the crush will be done, Uncle Rex
mused as the sensually charged foot rub moved along.

Collin, enjoying the warm silken feel of his uncle's grey socks and the
all-day brewed aroma wafting upward, asked for more details of the night's
strange events.

Rex closed his eyes and slowly began, "Well, not to alarm you...but this
happened last week as well at the same time after I finished bridge club
and was walking here from the Tube station. The same time as well. I
thought it must be a joke. Nearly 11:30 pm and the streets so quiet and
dark. This large black, very sleek limo pulls up along the curb and the
window rolls down on one side in the rear section. And from inside, I hear
a voice calling to me by name...Rex, get in! This ride is meant for you! I
ran further down the pavement and tried to ignore it but it drove up again
to right beside me and did the same thing. I ignore it and then it sped
off. I looked at the rear number plate and it seemed covered with muck...I
could not make it out. I really find it all rather spooky now that it's
happened again. They called me by name!"

Collin stopped rubbing and gazed up at this uncle's now wide open green
eyes.  "You need to call the police. Call tomorrow from work or here before
you go. You need to report it. I don't like it, Uncle Rex! It scares me,
too!"

The night moved on and Collin suggested his uncle soak in a hot tub before
bed.

"Shall I run the tub and wash your back?" An eager Collin begged.  "Sweet
heavens, NO! You Collin have been a saint and done plenty tonight. Just
being here is comforting. I can manage from here on...but thanks anyway. I
love you, you rascal!"

Uncle Rex moved unsteadily up and out of his chair, plucked up his shoes
and various clothing he dropped earlier and tiptoed on his socked feet up
the stairs.

Collin watched and drooled inwardly. He thought boldly.  "If only Uncle Rex
would let me really love him...all over! Oh, man...I'd make him forget all
others. I'd be his super lover. Nephew or not...I am always going to want
him all to myself!"

Collin switched off the lights downstairs and moved up to his own little
bedroom.

The laptop with that spyware to view his uncle's bedroom was so tempting to
switch on. He was hooked on peeping secretly at his mature uncle daily...it
was like a drug. Collin was addicted. He flopped onto his bed and began to
imagine holding those perfect charcoal grey socked feet in his hands once
more...he wanted to bury his face in them and breathe in his uncle's scent
over and over.

Collin, fully clothed, drifted off to sleep worrying about the stalking
incidents and hoping it was just a joke.


But...it was no joke! The next day would reveal a rather scary new crime
trend and Uncle Rex seemed to be the next victim on the hit list!





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Uncle Rex was late for work, exhausted after the ordeal with the mysterious
limo, and he and Collin were making their way on the Tube. Going was slow
and Uncle Rex promised, as he pushed to get to the door of the over-stuffed
train, to call the police at lunch and report the strange incident. Collin
waved as he vanished on the crowds on the platform.

Collin rode three more stops and made his way to street level along with
100's of others. He walked briskly to the bookshop owned by Rolf and
wondered what the sweet Nordic bear would think of the bizarre events that
his poor uncle was encountering two Wednesday nights running.

The bespectacled Collin entered the shop; the door only just unlocked and
found Rolf stacking a new book display by the rear of the shop.

"Five whole minutes late, you naughty boy!" Rolf chided in mock anger.

Collin tossed his jacket in the rear stock room and began helping to stack
the new books, too. As he stacked he relayed the whole strange tale of the
black limo incidents that his uncle was experiencing.

Rolf listened transfixed to the odd tale. Shaking his head from side to
side and whistling slightly at each strange detail. Collin ended with the
part about alerting the police today and hoping for some answers.

"Collin, let me see the guy who just came in. You go out back, make us a
cup of strong coffee each and I'll meet you at the counter in about ten
minutes. I really have to tell you something!" Rolf said in a hushed tone
and moved on to greet the customer.

Collin adjusted his spectacles and went to the rear area of the shop and
brewed some fresh coffee and poured each a steaming mug. By the time he
finished, Rolf had seen a sale to completion and the happy chap was on his
way.

Rolf joined Collin and sipped carefully at the hot coffee. "I heard
whispers of this stalking in one of my local gay hangouts. Mature guys,
successful types, are being followed late at night by some strange limo and
some guys actually accept a ride and vanish for days...days! Rex had better
watch out. Who knows what happens to these guys. The guys come back...and
never discuss the events or press charges. It's very disturbing and Rex
should report it ASAP!"

Collin stood erect; his mouth agape and shaking with fear. "Oh, Rolf! They
have followed my uncle twice now, each Wednesday after his bridge
club. It's late at night and the streets are nearly disserted. He would
never get in...but they keep trying to coax him inside. Rolf, this is so
bad!"  Rolf assured Collin that his uncle would call the police today, any
sensible guys would. Rolf bear hugged Collin who just could not stop
trembling.

"As a matter of fact, call your uncle at 2 pm today and make sure he's
phoned them!" Rolf said cuddling Collin and attempting to sooth his nerve
wracked body.






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Uncle Rex phoned the bookshop at 12:30 and Collin picked up eagerly.
"Uncle Rex, did you call? What did they say?"

"Hold on, yes...I called. And yes, they are concerned. A detective
inspector assigned to these strange cases will drop in tonight after 7 pm
and meet with me to take down my details. So just don't worry, Collin! As a
matter of fact, why not go out to dinner with Rolf and let me deal with
this." Uncle Rex suggested casually.

"NO WAY. Uncle Rex, I'll see you by 6 and we'll have dinner all done by
7. I would not miss this for anything. I support you through thick and
thin. Got it!" Collin rasped as he shook.

"Got it. You are so good to me. Love you, see you tonight!" Uncle Rex
signed off.





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Collin wasted no time in getting home well before his uncle and busied
himself making a simple, yet tasty evening meal. He sautéed some green
vegetable and added a chopped chicken with a savoury sauce, he left it
warming in a casserole dish in the oven as he boiled some rice.

As the rice bubbled away for a few minutes, his mind drifted to his uncle
and the strange events of last night. It was scary and rather unsettling.

Collin, squinting through his spectacles at the clock over the sink, knew
he had a few minutes before his uncle would arrive home. He dashed up the
stairs and into his Uncle Rex's bedroom and there he saw what he
wanted...last night's socks!  The gold capped OTC socks lay in a heap by
the small adjoining bathroom door...typical of his uncle to leave them
strewn about Collin mused.

Collin knelt and grasped the soft, silken fabric and pushed the socks up to
cover his nose. The musky aroma filled his nostrils and consumed him. He
felt his cock jerk to life inside his trousers. The smell of his uncle's
magnificent feet was like Viagra to him and made him rock hard nearly at
once. But Collin also smelled fear....he knew his uncle ran for his life
last night and these long charcoal grey socks were tainted with a strong
aroma of fear. Collin shuddered. The thought of his dear uncle being chased
by some thugs in a limo scared him out of his wits!

The front door clattered and banged shut. Uncle Rex was home. Collin
dropped the socks and dashed down the stairs two at a time.

"Mmm, something smells good...Collin you have become quite a cook!" Uncle
Rex was saying as he slipped off his shoes by the door and sauntered into
the front room to settle in his favourite chair.

Collin laughed and made some jovial small talk. He dutifully hung his
uncle's suit jacket on the newel post of the stairway and placed those
beloved socked feet upon the footstool. His uncle loving the attention and
smiling all the while.

"You can go out tonight. This inspector visit may be tedious. You really
should not worry." Uncle Rex said loudly as Collin strained the rice in the
kitchen.

"Dinner is ready and I am staying put. You need support and I am here to
give it!" Collin said with an apron tied around his waist.

"Yes, sir...how can I argue with such a wonderful and talented nephew? Now
let's eat!" Uncle Rex said making his way on his socked toes toward the
kitchen. He quickly undid his necktie and two shirt buttons...the tie
pulled free, fell as usual by the kitchen door. Collin always found it...he
was trained well.






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Collin was washing dishes in the kitchen as Uncle Rex sat and relaxed in
his chair in the front room as the appointed hour approached. Collin felt
nervous and wondered if his Uncle Rex would ever be safe at night walking
the streets of London...at least not until the creepy limo stalkers were
caught.  This police visit should help....Collin said prayerfully to
himself.

The sound of the knocker on the large front door made Uncle Rex
jump. Collin dashed out of the kitchen, soap dripping from his fingers and
made his way to the door before his uncle was even off his chair.

Collin opened the door to reveal a rather weather-beaten man in his
40's. The tan overcoat and trilby style hat looked right out of the
movies...OLD MOVIES...Collin mused. The man swept off his hat and smiled
briefly at Collin.

"Inspector Davis hardwood, I am to see a Mr. Rex Davenport." The inspector
was very formal and his face looked tanned and haggard; it sported a small
moustache which twitched when he spoke. This completed the look of the
harried police officer and Collin nearly giggled.


"He's in there. I am his nephew Collin."  Collin said as the shorter man
bustled in past him and made his way into the front room where Uncle Rex
stood waiting.

The cool autumn nights were becoming chilly and Collin quickly shut the
front door and followed the inspector into the well lit room.

"Mr. Davenport, we spoke on the phone earlier. I am Inspector Davis
Hardwood and I thank you for coming forward about these incidents." The
inspector said as shook Rex's outstretched hand and then quickly grabbed
his notepad from his coat pocket.

Collin took the inspector's coat and antique hat and hung them in the
hallway by the stairs. The group sat down, Uncle Rex in his chair and
Collin and their guest on the couch.

Inspector Hardwood surveyed this Mr. Davenport with awe and lustful
intent. The man before him was the best victim of this crime so far, so
perfect!

Shaking his sexually charged brain off of Rex, he began the interview.

Uncle Rex carefully explained the strange events involving the limo and the
inspector busily wrote notes as quickly as he could.

As soon as Uncle Rex finished his retelling, the inspector looked up.
"Please Mr. Davenport..."

Uncle Rex chimed in. "Call me Rex, please...that would be fine."  "Rex,
please sit back, put those feet up...I need to ask you a big favour." The
inspector said taking a deep breath.

Collin sat up and watched as Davis Hardwood ogled his uncle's size 11
socked feet as he placed them regally upon the footstool.

Tonight his Uncle Rex was wearing a rather thin pair of black socks with
small gold diamond patterns running up the sides. They looked so hot,
Collin noted with pride as his uncle's feet flexed and wiggled. The two men
both inwardly noted the sweat imprints of Rex's feet; making those size
11's almost perfectly visible through the tight moist nylon and cotton
material.

Rex noticed his male audience seemed transfixed upon his sweaty socked feet
and he coughed politely.  "Now Inspector Hardwood, what can I do for you?"

Collin imagined the inspector had many thoughts on that subject and not all
to do with this limo investigation.

Inspector Hardwood snapped out of his sock reverie and looked into Rex's
green, twinkling eyes.  "Well, it's rather delicate. No other victim of
these crimes presses charges...they seem very unwilling to say anything
about what happens to them once they....they...get abducted!"

Collin nearly had a fit. "So it's true, these rumours....mature, good
looking men are going missing and seem to vanish for days! Rolf, my boss,
he told me....and it's true!"

Inspector Hardwood looked scornfully at Collin.

"It's all rather hush-hush. These are business men, highly successful and
they do not want any bad press. And yes, they are all good
looking...handsome, virile men in their prime...aged mature prime. But they
are not harmed, just abducted and...um...dumped days later completely nude
somewhere in the city. And then they go silent...wanting no further
investigation made. The only clues we have are that the abductors travel
around London streets after dark in a big fancy limo and find their victims
while walking alone and that they are often approached several times
before...they are taken. It might take days or weeks but once a victim is
selected, they keep trying until the gentleman gives in and accepts a
ride. And then they vanish for days. The other clue we have is this, they
strip each man of his clothes as they drive through London and toss the
various articles of apparel out the window until all we have left of each
man...is a pile of discarded, expensive clothing!"

Both Rex and Collin sat with mouths agape.  "You mean, not one of these men
pressed charges...after all that!" Uncle Rex said with a gasp.

"None...and the friends or family who report them missing can do nothing
about it. Each gentleman is adamant that nothing be done to find these
abductors. You, Rex...are the only hope!" Inspector Hardwood said in a
pleading way that made Collin's skin crawl.  Collin shook his head. "Uncle
Rex, this is madness. You have told them all you know. You really need to
stay off the streets at night until they are caught. I really can't believe
this!"  Uncle Rex waved his hand dismissively. "Collin, settle down. You
are such a concerned and loyal nephew...but relax.  Are the men harmed?
Stripped yes, but harmed?" Rex looked toward the inspector with searching
eyes.

"No, not to our knowledge, Rex. They just want to be left alone after it
happens. And I am the one and only investigator assigned to these strange
abductions. Sadly, this in now something I am doing when I am
off-duty. There is no money to fund cases where victims time and again
refuse to help in any further investigation. I am at a dead-end. I need
your help...before they get you...and they will get you...it's just matter
of time!"

Inspector Harwood said this in a sage-like tone that made Collin crazy.

"No, way...Uncle Rex is not going to be taken. He won't take the ride. He's
too smart for them."

Uncle Rex leaned over and rubbed Collin's knee. "Listen, Collin, the men
all give in...they take the ride. I have no idea why...but if they have
selected me...we better find out why and help the inspector solve this
case. Collin it's my civic duty."

Collin threw himself backward against the cushions and crossed his arms in
a pissed-off way.

"You'll just get in? And go...who the fuck knows where? And have your
clothes thrown all over London...and then...be missing for days and
then....THEN...tossed out naked on some street corner!"

Inspector Hardwood looked crossly at Collin.  "Listen, sonny...I think you
are a great nephew and your uncle is lucky to have you in his corner... but
I suggest you go out...take in a movie. Let us get on with this business
without your outbursts. OK?"

Collin look insulted. "Uncle Rex...I will not go. I need to be involved."

Uncle Rex put his socked feet down on the carpet and stood up. "No,
Collin. I can see the need to be involved in this case is vital and you are
too emotional. I need to do this. I have been targeted and they are going
to keep at it. You need to let me do my part...we need answers. Now, go up
to your room, shut the door and play some music. Let the inspector and I
get on with this. I'll tell you all you need to know at breakfast
tomorrow. Now scoot!"

Rex winked knowingly at the weather wizened inspector and this made Collin
inwardly furious. But Collin knew he was beaten and moved reluctantly up
the stairs.

"And close that door...headphones on!" His uncle sang out as he moved
slowly up each step.

Collin was still very alert and in need of knowing all. He moved to his
little bedroom door, slipped off his loafers and tossed them inside. He
then shut the door loudly...and tiptoed on his stocking feet back to the
top of the landing. He could crouch and listen to all below, Uncle Rex
would be none the wiser.  Inspector Hardwood gazed up at Rex as he came
forward, moving toward the couch.

The nearly six feet of Rex, even in his socked feet, was sheer
glory. Inspector Hardwood took in the trademark silver reddish hair still
lush with waves of body and combed off to one side. The handsome rugged
face, shaved but with a hint of evening stubble just appearing. The
expensive trousers and shirt, the tailored shirt pleasingly open a bit and
revealing chest hairs in abundance...golden red ones!

"May I sit here on the couch?" Rex said smiling.  "Yes, please do. I am
glad to have you all to myself!" Inspector Hardwood sighed as he patted the
couch seat invitingly.  Rex moved down, sat and propped his sexy socked
feet upon the coffee table just nearby.

"Now, what's the plan Inspector?" Rex asked coyly. "I am in your hands!"
The inspector, never what anyone might think of as overly handsome, looked
appealing to Rex with his short muscular frame and his dark, weather beaten
face sporting that 1940's movie matinee moustache...he was sexy and
competent, Rex liked that. And his once dark, now thinning hair covering
that round bald spot was almost cute, Rex mused.

"Rex, You are the only hope. And I really need to get to the bottom of this
case once and for all. It might be dangerous, I mean sexually. I am sure
this is a sex-mad gang doing unspeakable things to men just like you...for
days! I have named them, The Silver Fox Snatchers...they always pick
handsome men between the ages of 40 to 60 with greying hair. They have very
selective tendencies as far as their prey goes."  The inspector said this
and was not surprised to see Rex's green eyes almost glow with excitement.

"I have always wanted to do undercover work, James Bond in the
making...very sexy and dangerous. I am in, Inspector Hardwood...all the way
in!" Rex said moving just a bit closer to the inspector's warm thigh.

Little did Inspector Hardwood know...but his choice for a secret agent was
also a sexually ravenous male who was 50 and absolutely on fire...and had a
libido that would put a twenty year old to shame.

"This is all off the book, I am doing this solo. You have to trust me, I
have no back-up...this is purely my own hobby investigation. It may end in
an arrest or two...but only if you testify...after the ordeal. And then we
both will get official credit for nabbing these creepy characters."

Inspector Hardwood smiled as Rex beamed at him with those eyes...such sexy
eyes, he sighed inwardly.

"So, what to do we do next?" Rex asked as he undid yet another button on
his shirt.

The inspector felt his own manhood beginning to push wildly against his
trouser crotch.

"Well, you say it happens on Wednesdays...the limo approaches you on some
side street as you walk home from bridge late at night. Well, next
Wednesday you accept the ride and I will use a small tracking device and
follow you to wherever it is they take their victims and rescue you...and
crack this case once and for all!"  Rex nodded his approval
slightly. "Good, but...they strip the guys...where on earth can you hide a
tracking device?"

The inspector looked almost gleeful; he sat upright and looked proud.

"The little chip is old, one the Met no longer uses and I will affix it to
you myself and track you in my car using my laptop and the corresponding
software. It's so easy!"

Rex looked perplexed. "They will see it on me, surely. They sound too
shrewd for a simple tracking device!"

"Mmm, not this one. You see, Rex...it looks just like a small mole. And I
will place it discretely on your body Tuesday night and no one will ever
know!" Inspector Hardwood said looking like the inventor of the wheel.

"Oh, I see. Maybe....a mole...let's see...where shall we put it?" Rex said
slyly beginning to undo yet another shirt button.

"Now hold on....sorry...but we must do this next week...Tuesday...here at 8
pm? Is that ok?" The inspector said almost gasping with delight.

"Sure!" Rex said leaning back on the couch.

"And, no nephews allowed...better we have some privacy. I shall not only
need to locate the perfect spot for the fake mole but we shall also need to
select your attire and possibly role play a few delicate scenarios that
might occur. You will need to be fully prepared. And Carlton must not be
present!"  The inspector said as he stood up from the couch.

"Collin...not Carlton...and I shall see to it he is out for the evening. I
will be all yours....just call me Rex Bond!" Rex said pushing his socked
foot upwards and prodding the inspector's ass playfully.

The inspector let out a giggle. "Now, now....let's stay focussed. I need
you fully alert next week!"

He could not help but notice the warmth coming from Rex's playful socked
foot. He longed to explore his host's body from head to sexy, delectable
toes!

"Trust me, Inspector Hardwood...I will be very alert...in all ways!" Rex
said grinning.

"Rex, it's serious business. I will need to bring some tools next week that
you may encounter in the field...they may seem strange and scary. But you
must be prepared. I may shock you with what I need to prepare you
for...various...sorry to say....various deviant sexual toys...dildo devices
and such!"  The inspector stood and looked very solemn as he addressed a
longing Rex.

Rex nearly laughed aloud. "Really...a dildo...mmm, not sure if I have
encountered one before."

Rex played along...the inspector took it all as if he were serious.  "Well,
it will be an educating evening for you next Tuesday. And with my help,
you'll be a pro and be ready for whatever that gang of perverts throws at
you!"

Rex, his large uncut tool swelling inside his tight underwear and trousers,
felt horny and wished that Collin were out and it was next Tuesday
already. Playing the student to this 40 something inspector was going to be
a real treat...and whatever happened after he was abducted, well...that
another exciting event indeed!

"Yes, Inspector Hardwood. I will be ready for a hands-on lesson in all the
possible deviant devices they might use on me when I am abducted.  I must
be prepared...completely!"

Rex said as he stood and moved towards the hallway, his socked feet nimbly
prancing in expectant delight.

Inspector Hardwood gave Rex his card with his private number printed on
it. Rex pocketed it directly for very safe keeping as the moved into the
front hallway and found the inspector's hat and coat by the stairs.




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Collin heard the front door close and he dashed to his room quickly and
tossed himself on the bed, headphones on.  Uncle Rex pushed his small
bedroom door open and Collin slipped off the silent headphones.


"All done for now. No need to wait for breakfast for an update, it's all
rather simple. Sorry I asked you to make yourself scarce but the inspector
needed my full attention tonight. I want to help him crack this
case. Please don't be cross."

Uncle Rex leaned against the door frame and fiddled aimlessly with his
socked toes on the carpet.

"Sure, I get it." Collin smoothly replied. Now he knew all from his
eavesdropping on the landing and would test his uncle's ability to really
get him informed.

Collin pushed up on his elbow and began carefully.  "So, what will the
mission entail? Will the inspector be back?"  Uncle Rex shifted nervously
from socked foot to socked foot. A little gesture Collin picked up on from
watching him trying to evade a particular truth or subject.

"Well, it's all rather complex but safe. I will be tracked and never out of
the inspector's range...so far as I can tell. I just get picked up and
taken to the location of this gang and then I am rescued. Easy as pie!
See....no worries."  His said with a slight smile.

"Nothing sexual then, you won't need to be involved in some strange naked
ritual?" Collin probed.

"No, no. I will probably be home before the night is out." Uncle Rex said
nodding gently.

Collin knew it would be more likely he would have to play along with this
sex-mad gang's lustful cravings...based on what he'd heard Inspector
Hardwood say earlier. But his uncle was playing it all down...as if Collin
would child. It made Collin fume.

"How will you be tracked? Won't they toss your phone out the window?"
Collin quizzed.

"The inspector will use a small tracking device affixed to my body, very
discreet but effective."  Uncle Rex countered.

"Sounds risky. And when will the inspector affix this thing to you?" Collin
said, knowing full well the truth.

"Oh, next week. I will stop by the station next week and sort it all out!"
Uncle Rex said coyly and bid Collin sweet dreams.

Collin knew it all and knew his uncle was now keeping the inspector visit a
secret. He knew his uncle and the inspector had a full night of "deviant
device" instruction planned for Tuesday.  Collin switched on his laptop
software and the spy cam whizzed to life and Uncle Rex appeared on his bed
resting fully clothed on his pillows. Collin put the headphones on and
plugged them into the laptop. He wanted to hear his uncle and see him.

Uncle Rex grabbed his mobile phone from the small bedside table and dialled
a number.

"Rolf, Rex here. Yes, all's well. But I need a big favour. Can you take
Collin out to dinner and a show next Tuesday night. I need to meet with the
inspector about this case and he's insistent that Collin be out. Collin
gets too emotional. OK....MMM...OK. Great, thanks so much. You are a life
saver!"

Collin smirked to himself.  If Uncle Rex thinks Rolf will succeed, he's in
for a shock. Collin knew that Rolf adored Rex....but
Collin....well....Collin would make Rolf see the need for him to be
home....hidden but home....next Tuesday night. Rolf would be putty in his
hands! Collin smiled.

There was no way Uncle Rex would not be under his loyal protection, even if
he fought it tooth and nail. Collin felt instantly better, a counter plan
was hatched. He would know all his uncle was up to and exactly what that
jerk of an inspector had planned for him. Collin would save his uncle and
be all his...someday!

Collin watched the screen with huge eyes and his cock began to grow...his
uncle was beginning to slowly strip. The small bedside lamp glowed under
its brocade shade and cast a perfect hue on his uncle's now emerging
flesh. The warm light appeared like firelight and his uncle's now exposed
chest looked shapely, masculine and gently furry. The dress shirt was cast
aside now and Rex knelt upon the bed facing the camera...but had no idea he
was even being watched! The camera was tucked on the bookshelf, small and
nearly invisible. Collin grabbed his raging cock stick inside his tight
trousers and squeezed...and squeezed yet again. His uncle was so fucking
hot!

His uncle's eyes were shut and he knelt massaging his furry chest muscles
all around his engorged nipples. He tweaked them each playfully and he
passed over each with his large skilled hands. Collin drank it all
in...each and every second! His breath growing more ragged with every
motion of his uncle on the screen and he felt weak. Collin fumbled and
found his cock as he pulled it free through his trouser zip. The moist
precum lathered his hand as he now stroked and enjoyed seeing his uncle
before...completely unaware of the voyeurism.

Uncle Rex reached low and began to undo his belt, and with a sudden lunge
backward, he undid the trousers and pulled them off as he lay against his
pillows....socked feet up and exposed.  He lay now writhing in just his
tight black underwear briefs and those sexy sweaty thin socks.

Collin madly stroked his hard cock as he sat glued to his laptop. Uncle Rex
,lost in reverie, thrashed and undulated before him...his cycler's legs
moving side to side along the duvet cover and his hips swaying to unheard
music. His crotch bulged with promise and hidden delights and his feet
twitched and flexed inside those nearly see-thru socks.

Uncle Rex's hand now moved down and covered his swollen crotch...he
squeezed his underwear clad bulge and he seemed to shudder all over with
pulsations of ecstasy. Even his toes danced!

Slowly his uncle moved his nimble fingers under the tight waistband and
located the hidden treasure...an audible sigh erupted over the headphones
to Collin's sensitive ears. His uncle was about to shed those confining
briefs and reveal that beloved uncut masterpiece!

Collin drank in the full length of his uncle's 50 year-old uncut flesh-tool
as it sprung forth from the underwear, Rex now yanking the black material
briefs down his long fuzzy legs and kicking them off with an irreverent
motion of his right socked foot.

Uncle Rex laid spread eagled on his large bed as he gingerly pulled back
the generous foreskin...the copious skin cover slid off his round, reddish
purple cock-knob with ease. Collin could just about make out, gazing
hungrily at his laptop screen, the luminescent shine of oozing precum as it
cascaded generously down his uncle's wonderfully large and entirely erect
endowment. Rex's right hand stroked the foreskin up and back over and
over...more shinny liquid flowed all over his tightly griping fingers.  His
uncle's left hand swooped in and explored the now tightening ball sack that
sat nestled in its furry haven beneath the raging flesh sword above.

Collin ogled the sculptured flexing socked toes just visible at the base of
his screen...how he wanted to worship those perfect feet while his uncle
pleasure himself! The thought made him nearly spew his own seed far too
soon...he needed to keep pace with his dear uncle and his uncle had loads
of staying power. Collin knew that from watching him nearly every night!

Collin whispered to himself...Play with your ass Uncle Rex...and as if by
magic, his uncle answered his request by moving his hand from ball
massaging to gentle explorations all around his rusty golden fur ringed
pink ass-bud.

Collin near melted away as his uncle beat the foreskin up and down like a
jack hammer as the finger work moved from exploration to tentative
penetration. His uncle's moist black socked feet rose up and waved like
flags in the air as the finger moved deeper.

"MMMMMMMMMMM!" His uncle groaned as Collin listened intently.  Collin knew
that he would edge himself now for about 30 or more minutes before
glory-time!


And Collin would edge right along with him...Uncle Rex and his loving
nephew.








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Collin walked into the bookstore right on time Friday as Rolf was just
unlocking the front door.

"You look sleepy...long night? How'd it all go?" Nordic bear Rolf quizzed
as they walked to the rear of the shop.


"Well, I know you know more than you pretend....walls are a little thin
between our bedrooms. I overheard Uncle Rex call you last night after
Inspector Creepy left!" Collin said pulling off his jacket and hanging it
up in the back room.

"You mean you know I am supposed to keep you busy next Tuesday night!" Rolf
blurted out.

Collin moved to his bearded cheek and kissed it tenderly.  "You are so dear
to me, thanks for not lying or playing dumb...you are a lovely boss and
best friend!"


Little did either know that before the year would end, a test to their
friendship would occur, a test of great magnitude. A manipulative and
over-zealous 60 something year-old neighbour of Uncle Rex, Hilda Parsons, a
so-called medium but secret dabbler in the dark arts would get her evil and
lustful claws into Rex and all would nearly be lost...but not quite! And
that sordid tale is told elsewhere.


Collin explained to Rolf all about his dislike and suspicion of this
Inspector Hardwood's wacky plan to use his poor uncle as bait for these
limo riding weirdoes. They both sipped a mug of tea and contemplated the
possible risks to poor Uncle Rex.

"You see why I must be there, hidden but able to observe all. That creepy
inspector has designs on my uncle and I must be on the guard against
anything that puts him at risk from harm. He's too precious to me. Uncle
Rex will never know I am there and then I can waltz in later from the front
door as if we had been out. And you'll back me up....if asked." Collin
explained in a matter of fact way.

"I should not do this BUT I love you both and you do have a point. This
inspector sounds like a jerk to put Rex out there for bait with some
tracker thingy for his only real protection. You, Collin Dear, better hide
well and not be caught....your uncle will skin me alive!" Rolf said
reaching out playfully and tussling Collin's mousy brown locks.


Collin had it all worked out. He'd arrive an hour before Uncle Rex and grab
the laptop and hide in the basement hallway stairs just by the kitchen. His
uncle rarely went down, older homes like his on the street had old cellar
spaces under part of the kitchen...coal dust lurked heavily from days gone
by. And then once Inspector Hardwood moved up to his uncle's bedroom...as
they most certainly would for this preparation time farce...he'd move to
just inside the kitchen for the best wireless signal from the spy cam
hidden on his uncle's bedroom bookshelf. He knew he'd see all and hear it,
too. No more secrets!



Rolf did not know about the spy camera but did not doubt Collin was cleaver
enough to not be caught...at least he hoped so! Very Much!



More soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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