Chapter Two: Checking In, and We Need Your Help Again, Mr. Hill
Two weeks after helping the police bust the insurance scam, Steven was in his living room, thinking about getting some work done. Finally. He was behind, as he'd been strangely distracted recently.
Thirty minutes earlier he had kissed Marina off on another business trip. As soon as she had pulled out of the driveway, he'd raced upstairs to change. He'd dropped his bathrobe on the floor and pulled the skimpy underwear out of his dresser--the tiny thing the police had given him to help catch the insurance scammers. He had grown fond of wearing it around the house when he was alone.
Steven Hill was a changed man.
He knew it, but he hadn't let himself think about what that meant.
His attitude towards his body had been transformed. He was spending more time looking at himself in mirrors.
Last week he'd almost bought a few new outfits. He had been spending time at discreet, online stores, looking for clothes designed to show off men's bodies. But he couldn't go that far.
He hadn't shown his wife the clothing items the police had given him, the ones chosen to attract the perverted scammers. Nor had he told her that he was looking at sexy clothing online. One pair especially tempted him: they hugged one's cheeks but had a discreet slit opening between them.
But then he felt guilty. He didn't want to keep secrets from her. How could I possibly explain to her what had happened?
He almost wanted to forget the whole incident. He'd let himself be talked into wearing a bikini to entice two men into his house, and a secret part of him had enjoyed their looks. He also knew, in moments of clarity, that the men had too easily stripped the bikini off him and gotten him naked and used him sexually. He had gone along with it. Willingly.
Yet as wrong as that had been, he couldn't quite make himself get rid of the bikini or the sheer underwear. They made him feel sexy.
And his hormones seemed to be raging. That was his explanation for why he had so easily let the two black men do those things to him: It was just hormones. They still seemed on fire and he was horny all the time. But Marina was working a lot and they'd only made love twice in the last two weeks. Masturbation helped. Now daily he needed to lie naked on the bed or the sofa, tweak his nipples until they became sensitive and puffy, and slowly stroke himself to orgasm. No matter what fantasy he began imagining, almost always what came to his mind was what the two black men had done to him.
Now he was walking around the house in the skimpy underwear, liking the exposed feeling and the teasing feeling of the fabric on his skin. Later, when he felt the need was too strong, he'd slip them off, masturbate, shower, and go out for some groceries.
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His day went as planned and late afternoon he was home again and had changed back into the underwear. He had turned on the television when his doorbell rang. It startled him and he jumped a little.
His robe was upstairs, so opened the door just a crack and peered through the crack under the chain. After all, maybe it was the pervert from next door, Davis Dorn. He'd tried to come by several times since seeing him outside in the bikini two weeks ago. He'd been more persistent than usual. Steven refused to let him inside.
He was surprised to see it was one of the detectives at his door.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hill. It's Detective Jeffers," he said, flashing his badge.
"I remember you, Detective."
"I need to discuss a few things. May I come in?"
"Of course!" he answered, closing the door and undoing the chain. He re-opened the door--and Jeffers froze upon seeing what Steven was wearing. "Oops! I'm so sorry. I forgot. I'll go change."
"Please don't. It's not a problem for me. I mean, I only need a bit of your time."
"All right, then." Steven shivered from a sudden thrill that ran through his body at wearing so little in front of the man. Of course, this was tame compared to the vulgar acts the detective had seem him doing with the two con men. "Have a seat. What can I do for you?"
Jeffers sat on the couch he'd sat on two weeks ago, and Steven took a seat across from him. Between them was a coffee table with a few magazines on it. Jeffers opened his briefcase and pulled out a laptop. "Hope I'm not taking up too much of your time, Mr. Hill."
"Not at all, and please call me Steven."
"Fine, Steven it is. I'm Vaughn." He tapped some keys on laptop. "Thanks again for your help. The prosecutor says we have an airtight case against the Nelson brothers, Mark and Eric."
"You don't need to thank me, Detective Je--... Vaughn. It was my honor to assist you."
"Well, we do have one problem. My supervisor was upset by the videos. After seeing what happened, she was angry--even though she assumed you were an undercover detective. When she found out you were a civilian, she freaked out. She feels we put you in danger."
"I never felt in danger."
"Nor were you. Even so, she thinks we should have intervened before the men... took advantage of you. Maybe even as early as when they took off your robe. Everything after that, she thinks, was a violation of your rights. And obscene. Her assistant agrees."
"But then you wouldn't have had them on video accepting the money."
"Exactly what Timmons and I said. Fortunately the prosecutor's team agree with us. By the way, they asked me to pass on their thanks to you for giving them with the excellent video evidence."
Steven's mind was unsettled: Just how many people have seen the video??
Vaughn pressed a key and turned his computer to face Steven. "My boss especially didn't like this part." The screen showed a frozen image of him being penetrated by cocks from two directions--but it had captured a moment when the expression on his face seemed pained or frightened.
"Now, Detective Timmons and I know you were actually enjoying yourself at this point. Am I right?"
Steven was shocked at the vividness of the image before him. But he had to be honest. "Yes, you're right. Something came over me. I can't explain it, but I was turned on and not resisting. More ... accepting of it."
"Good. So what I need to know is: Do you hold the police department accountable for your actions on that day?"
"Not at all, Vaughn. Tell your supervisor I merely did my civic responsibility like any good citizen would have."
Jeffers sighed. "That's a relief. If you held us accountable, I was facing suspension."
"I'm glad to be of service. Is there anything else?"
"Well, yes. Would you be willing to sign an affidavit--saying that you were a willing participant? We had the secretary type up a description of the video's contents, describing the main ... activities. The lawyers checked it for accuracy and approved the wording. So we just need your signature agreeing that during none of the ... umm ... interactions did you feel in danger or that your civil rights were being violated."
He held out a sheet of paper and a pen. Steven silently took them, cast his eye down the text, and quickly signed at the bottom.
"There. Anything else?"
Jeffers paused for a moment. "There is one other thing, Steven.
