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Subject: Short Stories by Thomas Morris - No. 3 : "But that was just a story"
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	Number Three - But that was just a story.

	The 20-year old man was strapped to a table in a totally dark
room.  He was completely naked, and his arms and legs were stretched
out and each tied to a table leg.  How he got there was a mystery to
him.  He replayed the events in his mind ...
	There was the road over to the local newsagent; a couple of
cars rushed by; he crossed; he was walking along the row of shops; and
then ... and then ... he just could not remember.  Next thing he knew,
he was here.  He couldn't recall people; he couldn't even recall if he
was knocked out.
	He searched his mind to see if he could think of anyone who
wanted him dead, or wanted to punish him, or anything like that.  He
thought deeply, yet he couldn't think of anyone who would want to get
at him.  At least, no-one who actually knew where he lived.  Over a
hundred miles away lived a couple of his enemies, but he hadn't seen
them in nearly four years, and reasonably assumed that they had
forgotten he existed.  In any case, they had no way of knowing where
he was.
	He thought again.  He didn't really know very many people who
lived in the same county, never mind town, and could think of no-one
who could possibly have a grudge against him.  No-one, except possibly
his first girlfriend; the final split between them had been somewhat
nasty; but he didn't believe that even she would resort to such
strange revenge tactics.
	He lay there for a little while and struggled against his
bonds, but with no effect.  He began to make some grunting noises, and
eventually began shouting 'hello, anyone there?'; but no-one came.
	The man sighed, and fell silent again.  Although this was a
little frightening, he was becoming sexually excited.  He began to
imagine a gang of sexy young women appearing out of nowhere and
playing with him; this made him more stimulated  However, another
thought quickly overrode his passion; the thought that if anyone was
going to appear, they were more likely to be short, fat, old, and
male.
	He was not far wrong.  After he had been lying there for a
while, light suddenly came into the area he was in - someone had
opened a door and walked in.  He looked around, and realised he was
only about one and a half feet off the ground.  A figure walked up to
his head.
	"Hello." said the figure.
	The man turned his head as much as he could, and was very
surprised to see that the voice came from someone who looked like a
boy.  Quite a chubby boy at that.
	"My name's Liam, and I'm ten." said the boy.
	There was a pause.  "Very nice." said the man.  "Now could you
let me out of here please?"
	Liam looked down at the man's penis.  "Ooooh, wassat?" he
asked.  "Can I play with it?"
	"No you may not ..." started the man, but realised that the
boy was going to anyway.  The boy's hands felt quite warm, and the
penis quickly became surprisingly very stiff in his hands.  The more
the boy played with it in his innocent hands, the more aroused the man
became.  In fact, it did not take long for him to climax, all over the
boy's fingers.
	The boy released his grip almost instantly, and tried to shake
his hand clean.  "Yuuurk!" he said.  "That's horrible."  With that, he
turned and ran off, screaming for his mother.  The door closed
automatically behind him, and the room became dark once again.
	The man had been lying there for what seemed like an eternity
when, all of a sudden, once again someone opened the door and light
flooded the room.  He shut his eyes tightly ....
	"Hello again." said a voice by his side.
	The man opened his eyes and squinted in the light.  He was
surrounded by about ten young boys, all of about ten years of age.
Leaning over him, once again, was Liam.
	"What .. what do you want?" asked the man.
	Liam smiled.  "That was a test; to see if you found me sexy.
We are Children Rise Against Paedophiles - CRAP for short."  There was
some giggling amongst the crowd.  Liam turned.  "Shut it." he
commanded.  He turned back to the man.  "And we know you're a
paedophile, so we're going to duff you up."  Liam punched the man, and
the other boys followed suit.  Some pulled down their trousers and
placed their limp penises inside the man's mouth.  Others fiddled with
the man's penis, trying to make it hard once again ....

	.... In a sweat, the man sat up in bed with a start.  He
looked at his clock; 3.43am.  He rubbed his hand over his face and
eyes - why had he dreamed that?  He sat and thought for a moment ...
All he could remember was writing a story for an Internet newsgroup
... he thought harder .... the story was about a man who preferred
pre-teen sex with boys .... but that was just a story .... CRAP didn't
exist .... in any case, he couldn't be caught for that, surely .... ?

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