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Subject: Outraged Dad - Part 2

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Outraged Dad - Part 2 of 2.

"Yes, officer, his name is Jamal," my wife said, leaning forward on the
desk.

The white police officer with the neatly parted blond hair wrote it down.

"And the make and colour of the car?"

My wife looked at me with her signature death glare. I cleared my
throat. "Honda Civic. Grey-brown colour," I said meekly.

The frown on the officer's face deepened.

"And your son, Calvin was it? He is how old again? 7? 8?"

"He is 16," my wife replied before I could speak up.

The officer put down his pen and scowled at the two of us.

"Yeah, see, that doesn't make any sense to me," he muttered. "Your 16 year
old son was kidnapped? In a gym parking lot? By an unarmed black man by the
name of Jamal?"

My wife gave me the death glare again, and I slunk lower into my
seat. "Y-yes," I stuttered. "He was taken into the man's car. I saw it
happen. I can take you to the lot and show you where it happened. Sir."

His eyebrows were raised skeptically.

"Okayyy," he drawled, closing the file. "I'll see what I can do but the
story itself is throwing more suspicion on the two of you than this
mysterious black man. That's not an official statement, by the
way. Officially, we'll do everything we can to get your son back. But
unofficially, I don't know how you expect me to take this report
seriously. Certainly if it had been my son when he was 16, then he and I
would have beaten up any unarmed n- man who tried to pull anything like
that. Any father who cares about his boy would have put up a fight. So
either this story is made up or," he shrugged like he was searching for an
alternative explanation, "... or you are the most pathetic dad that ever
lived."

"You cannot talk to my husband like that," my wife retorted, livid. "Please
apologize now or else I will report you to your Captain."

He chuckled and raised his hands up in mock defeat. "Whatever you say,
Mrs. Chan. I'm sorry. I won't question your husband's manhood again," he
said, still unable to stop chuckling.

My wife stood up and left the precinct.

I followed her outside to her car.

"Hey, Irene, thanks for standing up for-"

She swivelled on her heels and screamed, "Shut up! First you lose Calvin,
and then you make me look I'm married to an impotent egg noodle of a man?
What do you think my parents are going to say when they hear about this? Or
my coworkers? They'll think we can't even keep our son in line. Do you know
how bad that looks?!"

She got into her car and drove off. I guess she expected me to call a taxi
for myself.

---

I got a call the next afternoon while I was at work. The cops had found a
man in their records who matched the description. A weed-dealer by the name
of Jamal. They sent me his address and told me that they'd pay him a visit
the next day at noon. I told them I'd see them there.

I left work in my car. The sun was setting and I was feeling depressed. I
really didn't want to face my wife at home. What could I do? Stay at a
motel?

No. I had a better idea. I'd go give Jamal a visit. I had his address
now. And surely Calvin's eyes had been opened by now to what kind of
terrible situation he'd gotten himself in.

I punched in the address in my GPS and drove. It didn't take me long before
I was crossing over into the wrong side of the city. I knew he was a thug!
I wondered if he'd robbed people. At gunpoint. I started to worry that
maybe he'd sold my son off to a bigger gangster.

I arrived at the townhouse and parked on the street. I waited to make sure
the streets were empty before I got out and walked up to the house.

A bright warm light spilled out of a window to my left. I caught sight of
movement through a part in the curtains.

I walked over to the window and looked inside. My heart leapt to my throat.

Calvin lay on the couch, sideways, facing the window, completely naked. But
his head was turned back, kissing the equally naked Jamal. Their lips were
smooching gently and languidly.  But that wasn't what made me angry and
upset.

Jamal was holding my son's one leg up in air and his hips were grinding
into my boy. I shouldn't have looked closer but I needed to know. And
yes. There it was. Going in and out. Disappearing and reappearing.

Each time it disappeared, I could see Calvin's body visibly tremble. His
face got scrunched up. Was he moaning into that kiss? I couldn't tell. But
I did notice the passion with which he was pulling the man's face into his
own.

He looked happy. Deliriously happy.

Jamal broke off the kiss to reach forward towards the coffee table. He took
a big hit of a smoking cigarette - maybe a weed cigarette.

Then he turned to Calvin. Jamal covered the boy's mouth with his. They
kissed, lips locked around each other.

As their chests rose and fell, Calvin's hand moved up Jamal's biceps and
squeezed them in lust. Throughout it all, Jamal's hips kept pistoning his
cock in and out of my boy.

When they broke off, they were both panting.

Jamal said something, and... I could tell from just his lips what he
said. Those three words.

And my son, holding this man by the arm, said them right back.

I sniffled and that's when I realized I had tears in my eyes. Why?

I didn't understand. I went to my car. Wiped my eyes and drove back home.

Irene wasn't speaking to me. Probably for the best. I didn't want to tell
her where I had been. I made myself 2-minute noodles and then watched a
Chinese drama before going to bed.

---

By 11:30am the next day, I had gotten over my sentimentality. As I drove to
Jamal's house, I knew that I was still in the right. Of course, I was! My
son had run away. That would not be allowed. Not be tolerated. Not in my
household. In China, we would-

I ran a red light before I realized how angrily I was driving.

When I arrived and parked, I saw that the cops were already there. I got
out of my car and hurried to the entrance of the townhouse.

Two cops, including the blond one from yesterday, where interrogating Jamal
at the entrance. He was only wearing a bathrobe and he seemed perfectly at
ease, even smiling from time to time.

"I have absolutely no problem with that," Jamal said in his deep voice to
the blond officer. "And neither does the boy."

The policeman adjusted his belt slightly, fidgeting with his uniform. All
three of them watched me approach.

"What's going on?" I asked, "Did you rescue Calvin?"

The blond officer scowled while the other guy smirked. The blond one said
to me, "No, Mr. Chan, we are not. It is not actually a kidnapping if the
victim willingly went with the kidnapper."

"But he didn't! He couldn't have. I know my boy and he wouldn't just throw
his life away-"

"Unbunch your panties, man," the officer barked at me. "We are still
investigating. Jamal said that Calvin is in the bedroom and he has agreed
to let us interview him without Jamal being present."

"Oh, that's great! He'll tell you everything. Let's go-" But the officers
and Jamal blocked me from entering.

"It's still private property. This will be a one-on-one interview," the
blond officer said, looking harried. He went inside the house while the
other officer and Jamal kept blocking the entrance. Behind them, I saw the
blond officer knock at the bedroom door. Calvin opened the door with a
smile, wearing only a large t-shirt that barely reached below his
buttocks. The officer walked in and the door closed behind them.

For many minutes, the three of us stood in silence. Then I turned to Jamal
and said, "You'll get what's coming to you, you- you criminal!"

"Oh yeah," Jamal said. "What's my crime?"

"Kidnapping! Tempting and- and- corrupting a good boy. And drugs too!"

He rolled his eyes. "Shows what you know about our justice system."

I turned to the other officer and said, "You are going to arrest him,
right?"

The guy smirked again and said, "We'll conduct a very thorough
investigation, Mr. Chan, don't you worry."

"But that's not enough. What if this man escapes with what he has done?"

The other officer's smirk grew into a full grin as he put his hands on his
hips. "Mr. Chan, we have already interrogated Jamal here once, and he has
been remarkably forthright in telling us everything that he has done to
your son. But don't be afraid, the matter isn't closed yet.

I personally guarantee that I'm not leaving until I've had a chance to
fully investigate your son. I'll lay the matter bare and dive in as deep as
I can. And not just once but again and again, until I finish. We will get
to the bottom of him."

I wasn't sure if he misspoke or if I misheard. But I nodded along
indignantly. "Yes, please get to the bottom of this. We can't have every
well-to-do family live under constant threat of-"

I stopped talking. There was a sound that had just started, and it was
coming from inside. Muffled and not easy to hear. But there it was.

*squeak squeak squeak*

From inside the house.

Jamal and the officer gave each other a look and then Jamal moved to the
outside, closing the door behind him, shutting out the sound.

"What was that?" I asked.

But instead of answering, the other officer took out his notepad and said,
"I need to ask you some questions, Mr. Chan, and I need you to answer
honestly. It is part of the investigation, after all. Okay?"

I looked back towards the closed door and then back to the officer. He was
an instrument of the law, and there was no way I could say no to him. I
gulped and nodded.

"Tell me about Calvin."

"What- err... what do you want to know?"

"Well, is he a ... good boy?" he asked.

I wondered why he had paused mid-question.

"Yes, Calvin is a good boy. A very good boy," I insisted.

"And is he an obedient boy?"

I nodded, "Yes. Yes, he is." Then I remembered what had happened in the
gym. He wasn't obedient then. At least not to me.

"So you would say that he is not a naughty boy?"

"I don't understand what you are asking," I said, a bit confused. "He
doesn't get into trouble at school. And he doesn't pull pranks."

"But you did say he is obedient. Would you say that he can be easily
influenced?"

I gulped. The answer was yes. Jamal had influenced him. But that didn't
mean that my boy was easily influenced. Maybe Jamal had drugged him? Or
hypnotized him? But I was there at the gym when all this started, so he
wouldn't have had the time to do that.

My lips pressed tightly, I nodded.

"Please, Mr. Chan, I need your statement. Is your boy easily influenced?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Sometimes." The officer was trying to make me seem like
a bad parent. But parenting has impossible requirements! How am I supposed
to raise a child that is obedient and well-behaved but also make him
strong-willed and not easily influenced? I was getting frustrated.

"Is he a people-pleaser, Mr. Chan?"

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"Does Calvin go- is he willing to go out of his way to make the people in
his life happy?"

This was another trap question. If I said "yes", then the officer would ask
me why he didn't try to please his dad by coming back with me after the
gym. But if I said "no", then he could ask me how Calvin could be a good
boy if he didn't make people happy.

And then I remembered the story that Irene and I were sticking to - that
Jamal had kidnapped my son.

"Yes, he is a people-pleaser," I said.

"Good. Very good," he replied, pausing his writing to scratch his
crotch. Ugh. So uncivilized, even the police.

"Is he religious?"

"Yes!" I said, my chest puffing with pride. "We go to church every Sunday."

"So, he is used to getting down on his knees and looking up to his lord?
And obeying the word of his lord?"

The wording of it all was hitting my ears oddly. If this wasn't an officer
of the law, I'd have thought-

"Yes," I replied. "He does pray."

"Good. Good. It's good when a boy knows how to properly worship his
lord. Alright, this is everything I needed to know."

The end of the questioning got me just as stumped as the start. I swore I
could still hear very faint squeaking through two closed doors. But after a
few minutes, it stopped.

A few more minutes passed and the front door opened. The blond officer
reappeared and this time - for the first time since I had met him yesterday
- he had a big smile on his face.

"Well, everything seems to be in order in there!" he declared, stepping
outside the front door.

"Does it really?" the other officer asked. "I should go in and conduct an
independent investigation of my own. You know, for objectivity."

"Oh yes!" the blond officer said. "For objectivity, you absolutely must."
And he stood aside, letting the other officer go in.

Then, the blond officer turned towards Jamal and said, "You know, we have
hefty case file on your activities. But you've been so cooperative
today. And if you continue being cooperative then..." he left the sentence
hanging.

Jamal smiled. "I'd love to cooperate, Officer. Regularly."

"Shall we say every Tuesday at noon, then? I expect that case file of yours
will quickly disappear, at that rate."

They were talking and grinning and gloating. But I wasn't noticing any of
that. My eyes were fixated on the hem of the officer's uniform shirt, which
was hanging out of his belted pants. It hadn't been hanging out that way
when he had gone in.

He noticed my gaze, and then held my gaze as he pushed the hem back inside
with his hand.

"Excuse me, officer, I need to get some water," I croaked hoarsely and
walked towards my car. My mouth had gone dry.

I noticed them watch me leave and I just kept walking past my car until
they couldn't see me anymore.

Then I walked behind the townhouses and back up the backside of the street.

I counted the units until I reached Jamal's. My heart was pounding as I
approached the bedroom window.

My eyes widened in shock. No! NO! He was police officer! How could he do
that??! Why was he doing this to a citizen? To a boy? To my son!

And the sounds. I could hear his muffled commands. "More, boy! Your dad
said you were an obedient people-pleaser. But I'm not pleased yet. Pull
your knees back more! Yes! Show me that used pussy. Oh fuck yes! Now, do
you want this? Tell me how badly you want it!"

"I want it so badly, officer!"

"Then take it. Here it comes, boy."

I ran back around the house and to the front, my fists balled in rage.

I went right up to the blond officer and screamed, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I
have rights! You can't do this to me and my son!"

The officer's smile left his face and he looked at me seriously. "It seems,
Mr. Chan, that you do not understand how the law works in our city. I may
not force your son - or you - to do anything. But willingly is another
matter."

I leapt forward to punch the officer but Jamal grabbed me and held me back,
"Naw, man," he intoned, "You don't wanna do that. You don't want to go to
jail just because of this. Breathe. Breathe!"

I struggled against his hold on me but he was too strong. I fumed
impotently at the officer who just said, "I'd take your son's new lover's
advice if I were you."

I thrashed and tried to bite Jamals arm but he just casually threw me to
the pavement before I could.

As I hit the ground, I felt all the wind get knocked out of me. Still
shaking in anger, I yelled at the officer.

"I'm going to tell your Captain! I'll lodge an official complaint!"

The blond officer replied, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to share your boy
with many other officers, let alone the Captain. But go ahead. Tell
everyone. Make him the town slut." He spat that last word out at me,
shaking me to my core.

I glared at the two of them for a minute. But I knew there was nothing I
could do. This city - no, this country - had defeated me.

I made my way back to my car and got in.

With the windows and doors closed tight, I screamed.

It was an earth-shaking, soul-quavering scream, that no one else heard but
me. I banged and bruised my hands on the steering wheel. I punched the
dashboard and then screamed some more.

Then I put the key in the ignition and drove off.

---

About two weeks later, I was back at Jamal's front door.

I knocked.

After a minute, Jamal opened the door, naked, with a hard and slimed cock.

"Yes?" he asked me.

"I wanted to talk to Calvin. One last time," I said, hands in my pockets.

He nodded and said, "I'll get him." And closed the door.

When the door opened, Calvin was standing before me, naked, head and chest
leaning forward and back arched. Behind him, Jamal was languidly slamming
his cock into my boy.

"Dad!" Calvin gasped, though I couldn't tell if it was from the shock of
seeing me or from the slam of a big, black cock inside him. "Why are you
here?"

"Come back home, Calvin," I said bluntly. "I need you. Your mom needs
you. Just come back."

He looked into my eyes, his mouth agape, grunting each time Jamal thrust
into him.

"No, you don't," he said after many moments.

"What?" I asked.

"You don't need - ugh! - need me. You just liked me as shiny accessory. A
good - oof! - good boy, obedient boy, studious boy to - fuuuuuck - show off
to the other families."

"That's- that's not true!" I said, outraged.

"It is. Think about it. Really think about it, dad."

I couldn't- there was no way. It was good for a parent to be proud of their
child, and that's all it was. Just regular parental pride. Right?

Jamal grabbed my son's hair and bent him over even more, making his eyes
dilate in pleasure.

"Anyway, this IS my home now, dad," Calvin said, raising his left hand.
There was shiny ring on his ring finger. And I saw the same ring on Jamal's
left hand that was gripping my son's hair. He had started increasing the
speed of his fuck.

"Calvin," I began, "You can't be serious. Calvin-"

"I- ugh! - am. Ngghgg! I'm not your son anymore! Fuccckk!! I have a new
daddy now!! FUUUUCCKKKK!"

His eyes widened and he moaned out loudly into the streets as his boy cock
spasmed and started spewing cum without even being touched.

I leapt back to avoid getting spattered and a grinning Jamal took the
opportunity to slam the door shut in my face.


The End