My name is Scott and I was the victim of a mall-cop sting. I know it sounds strange, but some of these guys must fantasize about being real cops!

Anyway, here is how I got busted. I just stopped in the men's room of my nearby shopping mall to take a leak. A kid stood at the urinal next to me.

There were plenty of other urinals farther away, but he chose the one next to me. I just ignored him, but could tell he was trying to get a glimpse of my cock around the modesty screen.

I don't know why, but I stepped back a little to give the kid a thrill. "Wow, you got a nice cock," he said.

"Thanks," I said, just wanting to get out of there, I put my cock away and zipped up.

"Wait," the kid said, "Can I suck it?"

The kid was offering me a blowjob! I'm completely straight but heard that blowjobs were absolutely the best way to cum. As a fourteen-year-old I was always horny and eager to cum. I turned to him, unzipped and gave him my cock.

It was amazing! I never felt so wonderful, and soon I was cumming in his mouth. This kid was experienced, swallowing like an expert.

The joy of my climax was soon replaced by a horrible feeling of guilt and shame. What had I done? We could have been caught! I hurriedly zipped up and bolted out, wanting plenty of distance between myself and the queer kid who just blew me.

I walked down the hall leading back to the mall, turned to enter the shopping area and was confronted by a mall cop!

He grabbed my arm and held it tightly, dragging me along. "You can't do this," I said, "I've done nothing -- if you don't let me go I'll scream."

"Better not," he replied, "Unless you want everyone to know you're a faggot."

I was stunned! How could he know? My head was spinning, and I didn't know what to do. I'd always looked down on Mall Cops, but now I was at their mercy. He took me to the mall security office and put me in a small room. He left and I checked the door -- it was locked.

The longer I sat there the more I worried. I worried about my parents finding out -- about the kids at school finding out -- my life would be ruined!

A different guy came in and said he had to get some information from me. I had to give him my school ID and tell him my address. He took my ID and left.

I waited for nearly half an hour and a nice looking wonan came in and handed me the student ID. "You must be feeling really scared," she said.

"I don't know why I'm here," I protested, "I haven't done anything."

"Kid," she replied, "We got you on video, so don't give me your innocent act! It will go easier if you cooperate."

She handed me a paper and asked me to sign it. It was a report that said I had been witnessed having oral sex with a younger boy. It sounded like I was the queer one! At the bottom it said, "Under penalty of perjury I agree that the above is correct."

"This isn't what happened at all!" I insisted.

"We can show the video to your parents and they can decide," she repliied.

"Isn't there something we can work out?" I pleaded.

"You want a deal?" she asked, "We'll get back to you."

I waited another fifteen minutes and the guy who brought me in entered.

"I'm willing to cooperate," I said, "I'll testify against the other kid."

"We decide on the deals," he said, "We can make this all go away if you accept our offer."

"Anything!" I said, "Just tell me what I gotta do."

He smiled and stood up. Unzipping, he took out his soft cock and said, "You know what to do."

"I'm not like that!" I insisted, "No way I'm gonna do that!"

"The video says otherwise," he said, "Nobody is forcing you -- I'll just contact your parents."

"No!" I said, "I'll do it."

"You already refused the deal," he said, "So now I need to hear you ask for it."

"Ok, I want the deal." I pleaded.

"You have to ask to suck my cock," he said, and a `please' would be nice."

This was so humiliating, but he had me trapped. Meekly I said, "May I please suck your cock?"

"On your knees kid," he said as he unzipped and took out his huge adult cock. It was a lot bigger than mine, and the very thought of sucking it disgusted me. He moved closer to me and the head of his cock touched my lips.

If I didn't do this my life would be ruined. Humiliating as it was, if I did it, nobody else would know.

I swallowed my pride and opened my mouth. I felt his warm cock enter my mouth. I closed my eyes to shut out the view of what I was doing.

He barked instructions to me, which I followed as well as I could. In a few minutes I realized that it wasn't so bad -- what's the big deal anyway? I continued to suck and soon he was pumping his foul-tasting spooge into my mouth. I felt like I would puke, but he insisted that I swallow, which I reluctantly did. He pulled out and said, "Nice job, faggot!"

At least that was the final humiliation -- or so I thought. He told me I could go. I left quickly, passing the woman mall cop on the way. She grinned at me -- she probably knew what they'd put me through.

I hurried home, shaken by the close call I'd just had. Now that I was forced to suck cock, it really didn't seem like such a big deal. Perhaps I was just rationalizing away my shame, or maybe deep down I kind of liked it.

At bedtime I lay there trying to fall asleep, but my mind was racing through all the events of the day. It was scary, but what surprised me was that I was now hard. The only thing arousing about it was the blowjob I got in the men's room, but that wasn't what I had been thinking about.

I grabbed my hard cock and began to stroke, forcing myself to think about the blowjob I got.

As I stroked, I found that my mind drifted to when I was doing the sucking. What was worse was that when I came it was while I was thinking about the guy cumming in my mouth!

Afterward I felt a terrible sense of shame!

I was shocked that I could have liked cock so much. Fortunately, I now felt drowsy and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I checked my email before school and saw one from Mall Security.

I nervously opened it and read it, which said:

"I know this may be difficult for you, but you will be getting more sex than others your age. Rest assured that your secret is safe with us as long as you cooperate. Please call to schedule an appointment with me as soon as possible.

Sarah Burkhart"

There was a link below the message. I clicked on it and was shocked to see a video of me sucking cock. It was a close-up shot and there was no mistaking that it was me. What's more, even though I was coerced into doing it, the video sure made it look like I loved doing it!

If this ever went public my life would be ruined. I took down the phone list at the bottom of the message. It was pretty clear they weren't finished with me.

I worried all that morning at school. At lunch time I called Sarah and scheduled an appointment for 4pm today. After school I rushed to the mall and arrived a few minutes early.

Sarah greeted me and said that she was glad I was punctual -- that was expected of all their boys. "How many boys do you have?" I asked.

"Seventeen at the moment," Sarah said, "But we're looking for a few more."

"Do you get them the same way you got me?" I asked.

"Most of them come that way," she responded.

I was pretty sure they baited me with that blowjob!

"We highly value secrecy," she continued, "And in return for our keeping your secret, you will be expected to come in here once a week to service the men, plus you will be assigned nearby community members to service."

"How long will this continue?" I asked.

Normally until you are eighteen, but if you do well you may be offered a paying position. Consider your current role as an internship.

"That's years from now," I protested.

"Yes," replied Sarah, "And we will continue to protect your secret, and train you."

"Train me?" I asked.

"Yes," answered Sarah, "You will be a professional, and will need the skills."

"To suck cock?" I asked.

"Scott, you suck like a girl," Sarah countered, "And your customers expect better -- can you get away on Saturday?"

Nervously I agreed, and she gave me her address and said I would begin cocksucker training.

My life was never the same afterward. I was trained to suck cock and made to service countless men who were complete strangers, as well as servicing the mall cops every week. The good part was that I grew to really love sucking, and would replay each day's events in my mind as I jacked-off at bedtime.

  To be continued . . .

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