The neon-green light of the bedside clock told her it was half past two in the morning.

It was one of those nights where sleep alluded her and boredom itched through her body. Mumbling to herself, she got heavily out of her plush-toy swaddled bed. She paced around her brightly colored apartment, switching on lights, trying to tire herself out. She cluttered around her little kitchen, making herself a cup of steaming cocoa, before sauntering off to the living room.

She nursed the mug to her bosomy chest, flicking through the channels of her TV, trying to find anything interesting to watch. She watched a couple of late-night music videos, but they were all utterly boring. The restlessness made her purple painted nails click at her knee, fisting the warm fabric of her stripy pajama pants, scratching at the loose threads.

When she finished her drink, she still didn't feel any more prone to sleep. She switched off the TV, popped into the toilet even though she didn't really need to go and then wandered back into her bedroom. After lying on mattress and staring at the ceiling for two minutes, she sighed grumpily and turned around on her side.

Finally she got her laptop from the floor where it was charging next to a powerpoint. She may as well check her emails or look at stupid Youtube videos to make her laugh. She sat cross-legged with the laptop perched on her knees, pulling a few of her favorite stuffed animals under her chin.

The minutes ticked on as she trawled through videos of animals being stupid or cute, cooing and grinning over them. She didn't feel herself getting any more sleepy though and after about the sixtieth cute animal or baby video, she was getting bored again.

Her mind felt like a finely processed pile of mush. Half-heartedly, she decided maybe a spot of porn would be entertaining. She wasn't exactly in that kind've mood but she didn't know what else to do to pass the time. She could've gotten some of her special toys out of the drawer, but she couldn't really be bothered.

It always amused her how you had to write the filthiest but corniest phrase into the search engine when you looked at internet porn. It reminded her of some Casanova Wannabe at a bar or a pimply faced kid trying to be sexy and outrageous and completely failing. Seriously...hot young blonde slut fucked by monster cock? Foxy bitch dominated by massive throbbing dick? How could you not laugh at that? It sounded absolutely ridiculous.

If she was in the right kind've mood, she'd would've found it a lot more alluring but right now she just giggled through the search results, writing in the most debauched phrases she could think to find something else to laugh at. The videos she'd click on were boring. She admired the more muscled men she'd find, but internet porn always focused on the woman instead which kinda annoyed her. She found their completely fake and bored sounding moans amusing though - that shit was hilarious.

"My boobs are like ten times better then hers," she murmured, propping her head on her fist and staring blandly at the computer screen. Not a single thrum of excitement went through her. Maybe on other days she would've found this a very good way to spend time, but not tonight.

She went back to the search engine, sick of seeing leering women thrusting their boobs into the camera and started searching for a bit of gay porn instead. She usually liked this more then heterosexual porn. Two hot guys getting naked together gave her plenty to look at. She usually stuck with the strong, muscled types.

As she searched for anything to watch, she realized she'd seen nearly all these videos before. They started getting repetitive after awhile. Everyone did the same thing and it just lost it's novelty.

Maybe she should look at different kinds of gay porn for once. She stuck so exclusively to fit burly guys getting it on and barely ever strayed from that. She started typing in other dirty phrases to find anything worth watching.

"Ewww," she whispered, wrinkling up her nose at a rather chubby, hairy guy slobbering all over a younger, emo type. She wondered how awkward it would be if you didn't find your other co-star attractive at all, or if you couldn't get it up. She supposed some of them would've taken a pill and then faked all the moaning.

Working with profilers meant she picked up things about the stars of the videos she didn't think anyone else did. How one person had a definite sadistic streak, or if another guy seemed to be a little introverted. Or when they both seemed to be having a testosterone match and were trying to get one up on the other, like two dogs fighting to see who was the dominant.

It was interesting, but not...y'now...interesting interesting. Penelope chided herself a little for thinking so much about these people's personalities and how'd they be like in real life, when clearly she was just supposed to be focused on what they're bodies were doing. She couldn't help it. She couldn't ever just see any of the people involved as an attractive piece of meat to drool over. Her mind always strayed down what they were like in the real world.

Which probably defeated the purpose of looking at porn, but whatever. She didn't care.

She was deep in the bowels of dirty internet videos now, clicking on links and getting into more and more old and obscure clips. They seemed to get of lower and lower quality as she searched, with corny romantic music playing that juxtaposed hilariously with the lustful images on the screen and the stars got more and more fake and bored sounding.

Sometimes she'd stumble on something that seemed alright, but then she'd find another five that were absolutely laughable. Some of the people seemed to be genuinely attracted to each other, but others just pawed at each other awkwardly and she kinda felt bad for them. She'd been a rebellious teenager and a wild young adult and she'd had plenty of ridiculously uncomfortable encounters with people she had no interest in.

Bored and finally starting to yawn a bit, she went down page after page, looking for any funny title to make her laugh which she could click on. She was on the fifteenth page of some seedy site which she'd hadn't really been enjoying so far, because the videos had taken a step further into the sleazy area and just gotten plain creepy. The camera man had actually appeared in some of them and he was a guy that she'd walk past any other day, but when put in a sexual situation made her stomach curl.

Sure there had been plenty of very predatory men and women she'd seen in these videos and she'd seen worse at work. However she'd always had a problem with wanting to explore everything on the internet, warts and all until she retreated to fluffy kittens to clean her mind up again.

One of the videos hidden away in the middle of the sixteenth page had a particular stupid title. Shy twink has virgin asshole brutally fucked.She rolled her eyes and giggled a bit. She didn't know how someone could find that title appealing in anyway possible, unless you were a complete sadist. It was interesting how gay porn had all this lingo to it. Heterosexual porn was pretty basic...bitches and sluts getting fucked, but with gay porn there were twinks and bears and daddy's and studs. You had to learn all this new slang and she found that kinda cool, like you were learning a new language.

She was about to scroll down and maybe look at something which was a bit less violent, when she paused in mid click. Glancing back at the clipart of the video she'd just laughed at, her forehead furrowed up in confusion. She readjusted her glasses and squinted at the figure a little closer. There was something...very familiar about the guy's body build and floppy hairstyle. He was lying face down on a sofa and the picture was blurry, so she couldn't make him out that well, but...

Naah. She was being stupid. There was no way.

She was about to click away, when her eyes swept over the date of the video. It was pretty old, having been released in 2004. She felt something uncomfortable stir in the pit of her stomach, before curiosity got the better of her and she clicked the link.

Waiting for the video to buffer, she didn't know why she felt like bugs were crawling over her skin. She went down to the comments as she wanted for it to load.

"Fuckng great!" said the first one. "Why can't I get fucked like that?"

"Who's that sweet twink?" another one read. "I'd love to make him scream."

"I dunno," said the third and final comment. "That twink looked like he was gonna cry which woz a boner killer for me.

She scrolled back up again. The black jumpy title screen told her that this archive video had been filmed in 2000. Then it flickered onto what looked like a living room, with warm honey lighting and a comfy looking couch with a few cushions and a woolen blanket thrown over the back.

"Sit down, sit down..." said a friendly voice that she recognized as the icky camera-man from most of the other videos she'd seen on the site. A gawky, skinny kid shuffled over, shoulders up under his ears and sat down in front of the camera.

Penelope clapped her hand over her mouth with shock, nearly dropping her lap-top. She slammed on pause immediately, feeling her skin crawl and her heart plunge down to the pit of her stomach.

There was no mistaking it.

That was Reid.

A terribly young Reid, who looked like he was still a teenager, staring down at his fidgeting hands, his hair over his eyes. He was dressed in a shabby corduroy's and a bulky sweater that drowned his frame in fabric. He looked...scruffier then usual. Maybe it was the holes and loose threads in his clothes, or the bags under his eyes. He didn't look like the goofy, chatterbox Spencer she knew...

Wait...he'd would've been...nineteen if this video was filmed in 2000.

Her mind clicked over as everything fell into place at once.

He'd had his mother committed to a mental hospital when he was 18. He'd joined the FBI at what...21?

"Baby no," she whispered, feeling the familiar maternal urge tug violently at the middle of her chest. She swallowed hard, feeling like she was about to cry. Was this his only video? Were there more?

She should click out and never look at the video again.

She had no idea what compelled her to click the play button.

"God man," said the camera-man as Spencer twisted uncomfortably on the couch, not looking at him. "You're so nervous. Why you nervous for?"

Spencer bit into his lip and cracked an uncertain little smile.

"Uh...uh..." he fell quiet, swallowing, Adam's apple bobbing in his skinny throat. "I don't...really...do this...a lot."

"Yeah?" the camera-man was overly friendly in a very slimy, fake way that made shivers run up and down Penelope's spine. He'd been much more lewd with the other people in his videos and she didn't like how...nice he was being with Spencer. Spencer just seemed so young it was just...she just...felt like going into the screen and bundling him in a hug and taking him somewhere safe.

"You don't mind me askin' a few questions d'you?" the camera-man asked lightly, as if coaxing an anxious pet. "Jus' so we can get to know you...see what you like and stuff."

Spencer made a small sound in the back of his throat and shrugged, tucking his hair behind his ear. It slithered back over his big, brown eyes a few seconds later and the camera-man shifted in his seat.

"You don't do this a lot huh? This your first video?"

The boy nodded and Penelope felt her insides untwist a tiny bit with relief.

"Yeah?" the camera-man's voice was very soft, as if he thought this would put the boy at ease. It just made him curl up even more, longs limbs pulling into his body like a folding up marionette.

"You been fucked before?"

Penelope saw him flinch, recoiling back. It was a very small movement, that she knew anyone else wouldn't pay any attention to. She knew Spencer better then anyone who'd ever watched this video and she knew they probably had no idea how uncomfortable he was right now.

"Don't be shy..." the older man was still putting that comforting tone on, even though his voice was getting lower and lower by the second. Spencer's knees drew up to his chest and he wrapped his arms protectively around himself.

"I'm not...I'm not...shy..." he murmured squeezing his knees tight. "Uh...uh...I've...done...some stuff..."

"Like what?" the camera-man cut in immediately. Spencer's cheeks were going pink and he was sucking his lips between his teeth.

"When...I was...uh...17," he whispered and to anyone else, the tremor in his voice wouldn't have been noticeable at all. Penelope picked it up instantly. The camera-man's breathing seemed to be getting more labored.

"Yeah?"

"Uh...it was just...an old friend of mine...he was a bit...intoxicated...um...there was some...mutual mastu...mastu..."

"Hand-jobs?" the camera-man suggested and Spencer looked down to the side, swallowing before he murmured a tiny affirmative.

"Anything else?" the older man probably thought his voice was very soothing, but it was making her feel filthier and filthier by the second.

"Yes...uh...there was...oral...interco..."

"Did he fuck you?"

Spencer gave his head a nervous shake and the other man moved in his chair again. When he spoke again, his voice seemed tighter and breathier.

"Has anyone ever fucked you before?"

The boy was quiet for a few seconds. His cheeks were glowing red.

"Um...um...he did put...fingers...and...a bit of his...um...penis...but it hurt so he stopped..."

"Aww," the camera-man drawled. "Did he make you cry?"

"No...no...it just...I didn't..."

"So he finger-fucked you? Have you ever put anything up your ass?"

It was like watching a train-wreck. She wished she could look away. The camera was slowly panning up and down his skinny body appreciatively and it made her stomach clench up.

"Yes..." Spencer looked like he wanted to shrink away into the floor and hide.

"Did you like it?"

The boy nodded and she saw the tiny tremors running through him like a rabbit caught in a bear-trap. The camera-man exhaled harshly, shifting around again.

"I bet people tell you how pretty you are all the time."

He shook his head, shoulders locked under his ears. All friendliness in the man's voice had been dropped now and he was openly leering at the shaking boy.

"I can't wait to put my cock up your beautiful..."

There was a sudden knock and the kid's head cracked up, pink spit-slicked lips escaping his teeth as his eyes went huge and fearful.

"It's okay...just calm down..." he told the trembling kid in a low voice. "It's just the guy filming us."

There were sounds of him getting to his feet, before his footsteps thumped across the room. A front door opened and she a few grunted greetings. The boy had stuck his nails in his mouth as he stared down fixedly at his feet, hair like a shield over his face.

"Come and sit down..." the two sets of footsteps thumped back into the room again and a lumbering figure dropped down on the other end of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. He stubbed out the end of his cigarette and wouldn't look at the camera either.

Penelope was expecting a surge of hatred towards him, but she couldn't bring herself to it. He was a tanned, muscled guy with a goatee and thick black hair and tattoos all up his arms, hands and fingers. The way he was sitting with his jaw set and his eyes staring off to the side told her that he didn't want to be there either. She wondered if this guy had money problems too.

"So," said the camera-man, completely at ease. "He's a cutie isn't he?"

The larger of the two just shrugged, lips thinning. Spencer was playing with the ends of his lumpy sweater sleeves.

"Well...uh..." the camera-man was quiet for about a second, swallowing roughly. "Come take the camera and we can get started."

The tattooed man got up and the screen got shaky for a few seconds as they changed places. The man in charge walked into the frame and knelt on the ground before the boy, putting a comforting hand on his knee. He was an unremarkable looking guy - he looked quite a bit older then the other two. The tattooed guy had looked like he'd been in his mid to late twenties, but the man in charge looked like he was about forty. He had blondish-orange hair, was a bit on the paunchy side and had sunken in eyes and a sallow tinge to his skin. Definitely someone you wouldn't look twice at...probably would seem quite mild in day-to-day life but under the shine of the warm lights, he looked like some kind've slimy dead fish.

"Baby?" he said to the boy who was still tugging at his shirt sleeves, chewing at the fabric until they were soggy and spit-soaked.

"We wanna see you," he said in a voice like he was talking to someone much younger. "Be a good boy and take off your clothes for me."

She had to pause the video then, rubbing viciously at her eyes feeling her insides clench and unclench with repulsion. Spencer just looked too young. Too skinny. Maybe other people watching thought he was acting shy on purpose to be cute or something, maybe this sleazy middle-aged man thought he was as well. But he wasn't. They didn't know.

But she couldn't just...click away from the video. It was weird - she felt like she'd be abandoning him if she left. Even if it happened years and years ago, it was like he'd be safer if she was around, like she was sending her protective aura through the screen. This wasn't the Spencer of today - a grown man who could look after himself. This was a kid. She gave her head a little shake, biting back the tears. Her logic made no sense at all, but she didn't care. She grabbed a fluffy toy and hugged it under her chin, took a deep breath to calm herself down and clicked play again.

Spencer just sat still for a few seconds, completely focused on the wet fabric in his mouth. The older man's short, stubby fingered hand took Spencer's wrist, stroking it, pulling it down from his mouth.

"Don't be scared," he said gently and his hand slipped over onto his stomach. His fingers pushed under the hem, revealing a stripe of his skin. Penelope heard the older man's breath catch a little as the trembling muscles shrunk away from his touch, belly sucking in. He slid his hand up and Spencer clenched his eyes shut. His sweater and shirt were pushed up under his chin, revealing a stretch of smooth, creamy skin. Penelope eyes were drawn to how many ribs she could count. She wondered when his last proper meal had been.

"Gorgeous boy," the man's voice was rough and rich as his fingers hooked in the teenager's pants, pulling them down over his hipbones. The woman thought they protruded way too much to be healthy.

"Oh..." the man tugged the waist-band of the teen's underwear down a little, revealing the soft curls of his pubic hair. She looked away, stomach turning.

"Let me see those pretty eyes..."

Spencer's breathing was short as he blinked up at him, doe-eyed and scared. His hands went down and tried to cover himself up, but the man caught his wrist and pushed it away, squeezing warningly. The boy buried his face away into a cushion and shivered as a short, thick finger stroked over the ticklish skin at his neck. The older man rubbed him slowly through the fabric of his underwear with his other hand and soon the boy was starting to squirm, harsh breath muffled by the cushion.

He pushed the kid gently onto his back, nestled into the crook of the arm-rest. His knees locked together, hair over his face as he shrunk away into the couch cushions.

She really shouldn't be watching this.

"There we go," said the man as he pushed Spencer's corduroy's down to his ankles. He pulled off his battered shoes and laughed a little, smirking over into the camera.

"Isn't that cute? Odd socks...and..." he gripped his bony ankle firmly, massaging it before his fingers trailed up to the boy's underwear again, snapping the waist-band. "Batman undies?"

Spencer covered his face up with his long fingers, flushing bright scarlet. The man rubbed his belly soothingly and the boy's knees squeezed together even tighter.

"Don't worry...I like it...I might leave them on for you, okay?"

The boy nodded from behind his hands. It made him look disturbingly child-like. She heard the new camera-man swallow and it sounded almost uncomfortable to her, as though he was feeling just as nauseated as she was.

"Arms up..." the blond man instructed and after a few seconds Spencer obeyed, biting at his lip, eyes clenched shut. His sweater was stripped off and discarded, his corduroy's quickly joining the pile before he flopped back down onto the couch. The man started kneading him even harder through his underwear, unzipping his own jeans as he did so, unbuttoning his shirt.

He crawled up onto the couch, planting his knees on either side of Spencer's hips, completely naked. He pressed his lips into his too sharp collarbone and slipped a hand between his coltish legs, as he lapped at the flushing skin.

Penelope had to look away again when he reached into the boy's underwear, pulling out something she really didn't want to see. She covered her eyes with her hand and half-watched through her fingers, fixing her eyes on Spencer's face instead. He still had his eyes closed, fingers moving like nervous spider-legs at his chest. His skinny chest was rising up and down and his breathing was getting more and more harsh as the man nuzzled into his neck, stroking harder and harder between his legs.

"Awww," he whispered into the boy's ear. "Little kitten's blushing..."

He stroked a finger over his neck and down his chest, making the kid squeak. The man's fat tongue slid out and swiped a trail of saliva down his neck and then flicked at his ear, fondling him languidly. Spencer shoved his knuckles into his mouth, as his hips jerked into the man's touch and when his fist was pulled away and pinned down, he started gasping and bucking uncontrollably.

The man was enjoying this much more then anyone else in the room. He ground down on the boy's thigh with a slick sound that made bile surge in Penelope's throat. He slithered up further and pushed the length of his thick, leaking cock against the flushed skin of Spencer's stomach, just letting him feel it. The boy put his head to the side and Penelope saw his face suck in with disgust. The man just rocked against him harder and harder, moaning into his ear.

"Baby boy" he cooed, taking Spencer's cheek and tracing his stubby fingers over his lips. "Can you suck on Daddy's cock?"

His breathing got heavy when the kid looked down at his hands and glowed an even darker red, before letting out a long rattling breath. The man stroked his hair and got to his feet before he took the boy's hand and pulled him down onto the carpet on his knees. Spencer's fingers fluttered nervously by his sides, eyes pointed down at the ground but the man took his chin, prying his mouth open before he stepped forward.

Without a word of warning, he was sliding his cock down the teenager's throat. Spencer retched immediately and pulled off, a glistening string of spit breaking and then dripping from his mouth. The man allowed him a two-second break, before taking a firm hold off his head and pushing back through his lips.

"There we go...there we go..." his voice was shaking with pleasure as the boy's lips stretched wide to accommodate the thick, heavy organ in his mouth, eyes still clenched shut.

"Watch the teeth..." he breathed as he thrust the slick shaft heavily up and down his throat. "Open your eyes...oh yes...sweet boy..."

He pumped in harder with soggy, slurping noises, fingers tangled in the floppy chestnut hair. The boy was gagging helplessly, hands pushed into his lap, drool pouring from his mouth as his eyes fluttered with each brutal snap of the man's hips. Every part of his body seemed to jerk painfully with each vicious slam through his lips.

She had to look away, staring at the man's sallow-skinned body instead. She felt her stomach roll at the ripples running through his beer-belly as his hips smacked like a wet piston inside the boy's skull.

"Good boy...good boy..."

Spencer jerked away violently, heaving for oxygen, lips and chin gleaming with saliva. He coughed and wheezed, nose and eyes streaming before the man took his chin again. He held the engorged phallus with his other hand and slowly traced the boy's sodden lips with the plump purple head.

The boy's eyes fell shut again, still gasping for breath as clear tracks of mucus poured from his nose, pre-ejaculatory fluid mixing with the spit and snot. The man's cock slipped back in, more gently this time, the man cooing at him gently, cradling his chin. Spencer's cheek bulged as the man angled slightly and pushed against the inside of his mouth.

"Use you're tongue...open you're eyes..."

Spencer obeyed, slipping the tip of his tongue out, flicking tentatively across the moist head and then flicking back in again. The man's fingers squeezed his chin in that warning way and the teenager slipped his tongue back out against the underside of the furiously straining cock. The man slid the slick appendage across the boy's tongue, groaning as Spencer clenched his knees together, fingers fluttering in his lap.

"Taste nice?" his voice was feathery soft as Spencer's eyes glistened and trickles of pre-come oozed down his throat. "You like eating Daddy's come don't you?"

He pushed his thumb into the side of his mouth, forcing it to stay open. The teen clenched his eyes shut, Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, helplessly swallowing buckets of saliva mixed up with the man's semen. He started choking on his own spit and the man let him go again. He gave him about five seconds to get his breath back before he pulled him back to his feet. He led him over onto the couch again, lying him down on his back.

"Oh...you've ruined your Batman undies..."

The boy just made a sound a bird being trodden on which made the man laugh as he knelt down at the floor by the kid's legs. He slowly edged the sodden material down his thighs, before peeling them off. Spencer covered his face with his fingers again as the man put the garment carefully on the arm-rest. He slid in closer and pushed the teenager's legs up and apart. Penelope focused on the mismatched socks trembling in the air as the man glanced up into the camera.

"Hey man...pass me that shit behind you...on the shelf."

The camera-man grunted a little as the man rubbed the boy's tummy soothingly, his chest started to go up and down even faster with fright.

"I stocked up just for you baby," his voice had gotten all soft, like he was talking to a terrified pet. "But I won't use the more...extreme gadgets on you, we'll go nice and easy okay?"

He glared up at the camera-man who dropped a black plastic bag onto the ground with a clutter, like he'd been carrying a poisonous spider.

"If you broke anything, you're fucking paying for it," he snarled at him, rummaging through it one handed, still stroking the teenager's belly with the other. Spencer fingers were curled around his chin, his eyes flicking anxiously between the bag and the camera. Penelope shifted around uncomfortably as his big brown eyes stared into hers through the computer screen. The camera-man made a small uneasy sound as well.

"Here we are," the man murmured from the ground as he pulled out a bottle of lube from the bag. Leaning up on the cushions on his elbows, he squeezed some on his fingers, slicking them together. Penelope focused her eyes on the boy's socks again. They were thread-bare and old...one was black and green striped but the green was fading to grey. The other was purple with an orange heel and toes and there was a rip where his bony ankle stuck out and...

"Oh...oh...oh...oh..."

...and Spencer sounded like he was in pain and her eyes shot over to his face at once. His limbs were twisting in on themselves and he buried his face away into the cushions, letting out a half-strangled sob. His gawky long legs shook as the man took a firm hold of his hip, pressing the pad of his finger against his most intimate spot.

"You like Daddy playin' with your cute little hole?"

Spencer whimpered and writhed but the man held out tight, using a second lube-slicked finger to tickle his entrance slightly. His trembling belly was dampening faster and faster with his dripping fluids, his body flushed red and streaked with sweat. The man's voice was tight and short as he prodded and teased the tensed, fluttering pucker.

"Open up...you'll only make it hurt..."

She didn't know whether Spencer was crying or not, face muffled in the cushions.

"C'mon look up...smile for the camera...look up sweet boy, c'mon...tha'ss it..."

Spencer peered up at him through his fingers. This was all obviously too overwhelming for him, everything shaking as the man tried to push his short, thick finger inside of his skinny body. He suddenly squeezed hard at Spencer's thigh and the boy gasped, before the man twisted his finger all the way in to the knuckle. Spencer let out another keening cry, tears rolling over his fingers, knees trembling.

"It...it...ithurtsithurtsithurts..." he bleated out and Penelope pressed her face into her stuffed animal under her chin, feeling the tears bubbling down her cheeks. The man's fondling slowed for a second as he pulled out to apply more lube to his fingers. Pinching the inside of his thigh, he pushed back in again.

"I'ss okay baby...i'ss okay...jus' breathe..."

"Pleasepleaseplease it hurts, it hurts..."

Spencer stomach sucked in on itself, everything clenching up as he tried to get himself under control. The man made little comforting circles on his belly, finger still crooked inside him. He twisted for a bit until he hit something that made the teenager's back arch up all at once and his legs fall open even wider, surprised moan escaping his lips, cheeks soggy with tears.

"I knew you'd like that..." the man leered, teasing around the kid's prostate, trying to slide a second finger in. Both of their breathing was short and uncontrolled as he grabbed the boy's buttocks, pulling them apart so he could push his fingers in more easily. Spencer jerked so violently, he smacked his head against the arm-rest, biting his knuckles to hold back the whimpering.

His legs were pushed up even further as the blond head leaned up next to his ear, fingers still twisting and teasing inside his body. He whispered something that sounded faintly like tell Daddy you like it.

Spencer was quiet, except for his hitching moans and the thick digits jabbed in savagely, making him let out a short little sob. He whispered through the strings of sweaty hair over his face, what sounded like uh...I...I like it?

"Nooooo," the man grinned. "Say it properly."

The boy was confused for about a second or two, before he flushed furiously, turning his head away with embarrassment.

"Uh...I..." he swallowed roughly and then cringed, his voice small and mortified. "I...uh...I like it...D-Daddy?"

A shiver ran through the man's body before he started fingering him even harder, pressing sloppy wet kisses and licks over his neck and face. He looked like some kind've starving dog.

"Pl...play with your nipples," he gasped, slathering his tongue over one of the soft pink nubs until it was shiny with spit. Spencer obeyed and his toes started curling as the silky skin pebbled and peaked under his fingers.

"Go-good...good..." he reached down into the bag again, rummaged around and pulled out something, exhaling hard as he slopped lube over it. He got up onto the couch and knelt between the boy's legs, pushing him up into a half-sitting, half-lying position on the arm-rest. He poured more of the liquid onto a long, thick ridged toy made out of clear plastic, edging the foal-like legs further apart. Spencer stared with wide eyes as the man took a firm hold of his thigh, teasing his entrance with the bulbous tip.

"Feel nice?" his voice was barely above a whisper, staring intently into his face. Spencer looked like a deer in the headlights, staring shyly into the man's burning gaze. His breath sucked in with a gasp as the hard tip pushed in. Everything tensed up again and he let out a small mewl as the toy fought against his resisting muscles. The man pinched his thigh and with another pained gasp, the toy eased in a slick inch. The boy's knees clenched together and his huge doe eyes glistened with pain as he stared down at the clear plastic pushing inside of his body.

"Hurts?" the man breathed as he wiggled the toy gently around, letting it slide in a little further. The boy's eyes flicked up, fingers in his mouth and he made a tiny whimpering noise.

"Daddy kiss it better?"

"N-no...please..."

He teased the toy in as far as it would go and Spencer's hips shivered with the exquisite pain. The man took his fingers away and the plastic quivered before being slowly pushed out with a wet pop. Breath shuddering, he eased it back in again and the pressure on the kid's prostate made his eyes go huge and damp. He took his fingers away again and Spencer let out a moan as his muscles smoothly expelled the slicked-up toy from his body.

"Little kitten's so hard..." the man was fisting his own cock in short desperate movements, as he lined up the head of the toy with the teenager's entrance again, sliding in. "Look at how much you love it...dirty, dirty boy..."

Spencer panted, heavily lidded eyes fixed on the dripping plastic sticking out between his thighs. He closed his eyes, stomach muscles rolling as it slid achingly out into the man's hand. A few beads of sweat slowly streaked down the man's flabby sallow-skinned body as he pressed the boy's chest down so he was flat on his back, legs up in the air.

He slid the toy all the way down to the hilt and jiggled it around, pressing the pad of his thumb against the base. Spencer had his eyes clenched shut, gasping as the man pressed in as hard as possible, before taking his hand away and letting it push up and out of his body. Then he angled it, sliding down painfully and the boy cried out. As the man slowly pulled the toy out again, he made sure to do it on an upwards angle that savagely stretched the teenager's entrance out, making him writhe beneath him.

As Spencer propped his head to the side, drenched in sweat and heaving for breath, the man propped his socked feet up until they rested on his shoulders, bending down to get something out of the black plastic bag again. He worked quickly, ripping open a condom packet and rolling it onto his swollen erection, slicking it with lube. He took a firm hold of the boy's leg, resting one over the back of the couch before he pressed the blunt leaking head inside his trembling body.

"Fu...ohh...oh...fuck" his head leaned back with pleasure as the boy's mouth stretched open in a silent agonized cry. His gawky legs shook before the man pried them a little further apart, sinking in inch after throbbing inch. He wheezed a little for breath, before slipping out until only the purple tip of his cock was inside the boy's entrance.

He pushed his thumb over his engorged glossy flesh and pushed in a few inches. His thumb slid over himself as he prodded in and out of the boy in short, shallow thrusts, grunting at the clenching walls of muscle around his cock. Streaks of clear liquid oozed down the backs of Spencer's thighs and down over his belly as he shuddered through the intense feelings wracking through his thin, shaking body.

"You love being filled up with cum don't you?" the man hissed, sliding down hot and tight all at once between the squirming boy's legs. "Does little baby love being Daddy's fucktoy?"

Spencer let out a strangled sob, panting open-mouthed as the man ground his hips down and flicked a thumb over the boy's own red-tipped erection, making him squirm and cry out. Not liking the position, he pushed the boy's long legs down, breath wrought with pleasure and shifted him around onto his knees. He propped his bottom up higher with a cushion underneath him and lined the head of his cock with his come-slicked entrance again.

He slid back easily inside him, angling and hitting something that made the boy clench at the arm-rest and his eyes roll back. The man started thrusting inside of him brutally and bruises bloomed out from under his tight grip at Spencer's hips. Each wet smack against the boy's thighs sent his floppy-haired head smacking violently against the arm-rest and his body shook under the harsh, unrelenting thrusts.

"U-u-uh..." Spencer's agonized whimpers were muffled by the couch and the unstopping piston movements of the grunting man's hips. "U-u-uh-uh...p-p-please...p-please...y-y-you're h-h-hurting m-me..."

"You gonna cry sweet boy?"

His distended cock rammed in and out of his insides, but he started to lesson up when he felt the sobbing tremors run uncontrollably through the smaller body underneath him. The boy turned his face around from the cushion, his eyes half-shut and his face a red mess of sweat, bubbling tears, drool and mucus, strands of hair stuck in his mouth. The man's sweating pot belly surged and rippled with each long, merciless thrust, wheezing and heaving for breath. He looked like a bloated sweating pig.

He took the boy's hand and pressed it down against his buttocks so he could feel the thick wet cock moving inside of him. Spencer thrashed and writhed and the man grabbed his thin wrist again and pushed it into his lower belly so he could feel the rich, plunging movements stretching in and out against his flesh.

"You love being fucked by cock, beautiful boy, you were made to be fucked, you love havin' your tight little ass ripped open, you love being my fucktoy don't you, gorgeous, gorgeous boy...?"

He slid his fingers inside the kid's mouth, picking up the speed of his thrusts again, slanting slightly and leaning his fat belly over the curve of the boy's back until he was at an entire new vicious angle. Spencer retched at the thick digits down his throat and the thicker organ slapping moistly at his buttocks, clenching his eyes shut, panting for breath.

The man was making guttural sounds, slurring every dirty phrase and skeevy pet-name he could think of through his fat, fish-like lips. His eyes were rolling back in his sweat-sodden face as he started rocking in and out harder then ever. His movements were getting sloppy and uncoordinated as he jammed his spit-slicked fingers violently in and out of the boy's plush red lips.

"Fuck...my little baby boy...fuckfuckfuck..." he pulled out all at once and flipped the boy over onto his back, bending his long legs up against his chest. Spencer's eyes were bleary and unfocused as the man started roughly kneading himself and then pushing at the boy's erection hard against his belly.

Then he picked up the clear plastic toy from the ground again, pumping his purpling cock furiously before he slipped it back down the boy's abused, swollen channel. He pushed it down to the hilt and it went much more easily then the first time. He held it there for a second before taking his fingers away and letting it slide out with a soggy pop. It was covered with streaks of lube and come and something dark red which made Spencer's breath catch a little with panic.

The man ignored him, eyes falling closed, his panting growing out of control as violent tremors ran through his slick, shining body. He quickly peeled the condom off, tying the knot with fumbling fingers.

"Fuckfuckfuck..."

He pointed his cock at the boy's face, pushing the toy back in viciously at the same time, making the kid writhe with agony. The man eyelids fell shut and his mouth opened in pleasure as he gave his throbbing erection a final squeeze.

"Put out your tongue," he demanded roughly, twisting the toy in so hard the boy's eyes rolled up and spit trickled from his mouth.

Spencer clenched his eyes shut as the hot jets of semen spewed out over his lips and down his chin. It slid in thin stripes down his red tongue and the last spurt dribbled down his eyelid and over his cheek. He clenched his come-streaked lips together, mouth pulling down and he was shaking so badly it looked like he was going to burst into tears.

With a swipe of the man's thumb over the head of his own erection, his entire body was wracked with uncontrollable shivers and his stomach was sucking in on itself. The plastic toy plopping out of him, made him start panting desperately, toes curling at the cushions. His back arched up off tthe couch and his eyelids fluttered before he bit into his lip and came all down his chest.

They were both heaving and panting as the man slid down heavily over the boy's shuddering body, fat stomach pressing down onto his skinny frame. Gasping for oxygen, the man kissed the boy's neck and licked the come from his face. He flicked his fat tongue into Spencer's red mouth so he could taste it too, before gathering up the sticky residue on his fingers and sliding it between the boy's plump lips.

Spencer looked half-dead as he lay on the couch, eyes drooping, the thick fingers popping in and out of his drool-soaked lips. The man slid down to his legs, crooking a curious finger inside his throbbing channel, eliciting a tiny mewl of agony. The finger came back out dark with blood and the man bent down to press his lips gently to the quickly shrinking hole.

"We'll get you cleaned up," he whispered, stroking the inside his thigh in a soft, soothing way, kissing and flicking his tongue at the tender scarlet flesh. "And you can have a little nap in the bed out back okay?"

Spencer covered up his face with his long fingers again. His chest starting heaving up and down with silent, body-shaking sobs. The man slowly rubbed his stomach, kissing it, leaving wet patches of saliva behind. Spencer's legs curled up into his body as he shook even harder.

"Daddy look after you?" the man whispered moving up to pry his fingers from his face, pressing his rubbery lips to the kid's forehead, stroking his hair. The boy whimpered and tried helplessly to squirm away, his muscles all loose and useless.

"Y-yes Daddy."

The thick fingers curled around the soft brown locks of hair.

"Tell your Daddy you love him."

"I love you Daddy."

The man smiled, eyes hungry and twisting, lips curving up in dark and wolfish way as he brushed the boy's thick floppy hair back, planting another wet kiss on his forehead.

"There's my beautiful little boy," he whispered, nuzzling into his cheek, stroking at the soft silky skin of his neck.

Spencer eyes were closed, tiny excruciating breaths escaping his lips as the man kissed his delicate eyelids and rubbed slowly at his belly, before the camera finally flickered to black.

On the bed back in the present, horrified tears were pouring down Penelope's cheeks in thick, bubbling streams, the stuffed animal soggy in her vice-tight grip. As she stared at the black screen, her breathing got all short and uncontrolled and her vision went blurry.

He was still there with him, he was still there and now he was gone, now he was there alone with him, what else had happened during the cleaning up, what had happened on the bed, had he been hurt even more, had he hurt him again, she needed - she needed to be there with him to make sure he was okay, he was too young, too thin, too scared.

The fear took a hold of her as she sobbed into the sodden fur of the little stuffed animal. What had the man done to him after the camera stopped rolling? Why wasn't there anyone there to help him? She needed to protect him. Needed to, needed to, needed to, why hadn't she been able to protect him, why hadn't anyone been there, she needed him here wrapped up with hot cocoa and hugs until he was okay again, he'd been so badly hurt and she didn't do anything, she couldn't do anything.

Then the fear exploded into fury and repulsion.

How dare they?

How dare they?

He'd just been a boy.

A kid.

He was scared.

They were hurting him.

What if...what if she'd had to do that? What if that had been her on the couch? She'd have murdered the fat, greasy bastard...

...but what if she'd been a nineteen year old girl?

Had all the young kids in the videos on that man's site been as terrified as Spencer?

Her stomach sunk all the way down to the pit of her stomach. She felt her skin start to prickle uncontrollably.

Maybe some had been better at hiding it.

She slowly shut the computer and curled up in a ball, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks, mixing with the trails of mucus from her nose as her stomach rolled with disgust. She needed him to be safe, she needed him to be safe, he was her friend and how many times had it happened again, how many times did that man touch him, how many times did other men hurt him, he'd been a kid, it wasn't fair, it wasn'tfair.

She could easily track the filthy sleaze down...she could easily find out if Spencer had suffered through anymore videos. But she couldn't right now. Not tonight. She felt sick...so sick. She needed to vomit. She needed to cry.

She needed Spencer safe here with her, where no-one else could hurt him ever again.


"Hey baby-girl, you're looking especially fine this morning..."

"...hey Morgan..."

The sparkling white grin faded instantly as the woman walked into the bull-pen, three coffee cups stacked on top of the other, looking pale and washed out. She made a bee-line towards a desk where a young man was making small-talk with Prentiss a desk away, shuffling through some folders. He looked around confusedly as Garcia stood before him, coffee stacked up in her hands.

"Hi Garcia," he said, a little uncertainly as Morgan watched concernedly from a distance. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Prentiss added, peering up at her through her black fringe. "You don't look like you've slept at all."

"I'm fine," she said, the usual exuberance in her voice dimmed at an alarming rate. She rubbed at her eye blearily and blinked up at them. "Spencey?"

The young man stared at her with his big doe-like eyes. He wasn't as thin and gangling anymore. He'd grown into himself and his face wasn't so smooth and frightened, eyes more thoughtful, faint feathery stubble over his cheeks and chin. He wasn't a nineteen year old that she needed to coddle and protect. He was an adult. She swallowed roughly and her co-workers looked more worried then ever.

"Um...I just...I got you a coffee...your favorite one with all the cream and sprinkles and sugar and caramel shots and you can drink it and be warm and happy which will be awesome and take it, please."

Reid obeyed, taking the cup and smiling at her, still looking completely bemused. She felt her throat tighten up again. She wasn't going to tell him what she saw. What if it'd been her in that video when she was only a kid and one of her friend found out about it? She'd be completely mortified. She didn't want to humiliate him.

She didn't want to take him back there...

It was in the past wasn't it? He was living his own life now, wasn't he? Hadn't he moved on? Wasn't he alright now? Wasn't he?

Her glasses fogged up and she whispered in a croaky voice; "Reid? Can...can I have a hug?"

He blinked at her and swallowed a little, arms shrinking into his body for a brief second. Then he unwound himself again and smiled a bit uncertainly.

"U-uh...sure...sure of...of course?"

He stepped forward stiffly and nearly dropped his coffee when she crushed him into a bear-hug, hitting him with waves of beads, shawls and perfume. He was still so skinny...all his elbows and ribs stuck into her painfully and he smelt a bit dusty, like a second-hand clothes shop or an old library. She squeezed him a little harder

"Ow," he said and she could sense the befuddled grin in his voice as he uncertainly rested his sharp chin on her shoulder. She fought the urge to stroke his hair and whisper about how everything was going to be alright. He wasn't a child anymore.

"Reid? I love you," she said softly, so the others wouldn't hear. He shifted a bit in her tight embrace, patting her awkwardly on the back.

"Um...I love you too," he replied as they rocked a little from side to side, definitely looking completely ridiculous swaying together in the middle of the bullpen. "I think you've broken my ribs though."

"I - I'll always be there...I'll never let you get h-hurt..." she was in serious danger of losing the plot right there and bawling in front of everyone, but she didn't want to let him go, didn't want anything to hurt him ever ever again.

"I know Garcia," he said and his voice was completely bemused as though this was an obvious fact to him, that he was surprised she didn't know. She sniffled wetly and took a step back, rubbing at her eyes. He sent her a small, shy smile obviously worried that she was upset and wanting to make her feel better in the only way he knew how.

"I love you Spencey," she said again and he scratched a little nervously at the back of his neck, cracking a grin.

"Me too. Uh...thanks for the coffee," he twisted his fingers together, as she took off her glasses and cleaned them with one of her multi-colored shawls. She leant up on her tip-toes on planted a big red lipsticked kiss on his cheek with a wet smack. He rubbed at it it, grinning wider.

"I don't have cooties," she smiled weakly at him and he fumbled around a bit, taking a little sip of his coffee.

"Um...I've got...paperwork and stuff..."

"Okay," she said as he went back to his desk. "I love you."

"I got that," he quipped back and still holding back the little sniffles, she turned around again, leaving behind a completely baffled Prentiss and walking over towards an equally as flabbergasted Morgan.

"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said concernedly as he took her coffees for her, putting a hand on her shoulder as they walked back down the corridor. She leaned her blond head against his side and he put his arm around her comfortingly.

"I'm good...just one of my usual emotional moments. I need some loving from my Chocolate God of Sensuality to make me happy again."

"Anything for you, Mama," his forehead was still furrowed with confusion, the usual teasing lilt absent from his voice.

"Don't worry about it," she told him, smiling at him and taking the coffees as they reached her darkly-lit lair. "Everything's gonna be fine."

God, if Morgan knew...

She gave her head a little shake. Morgan would never know.

"If you say so," he said, still looking unsure as she retreated into the darkness. "You can always talk to me whenever you want to."

"I know," she called lightly over her shoulder as the door fell closed behind her. On her seat, she took off her glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. She took a few big gulps of coffee and exhaled hard.

No-one would ever know but her. It'd be her heavily guarded secret.

She'd find a way to bury the video down, down, down where no-one would ever be able to see it, not even her. She couldn't delete it of course...once a clip is out there...

But she'll make sure no-one ever saw it again.

She'd find a way to shut that whole fucking site down.

Spam it with viruses.

Bury as many videos as she could.

In a strange way, doing that was like protecting the young, terrified boy from all those years ago.

Protecting him in the only way she knew how.

But fuck it. It didn't matter how many years late she was. She was going to do it anyway.

And no-one was ever going to know about it, as long as she lived. She'd take the contents of that video down to her grave.