“He must have some influence with the judge,” the lawyer told the mother. “That’s the only thing I can think of. Why else would he waive his right to a jury trial? And that judge has overruled every legitimate objection I’ve made. Something is seriously up.”
“Is there anything you can do?” the mother asked, concerned.
The lawyer shrugged. “Keep going with the trial. If we lose, I can appeal on the basis of illegal bias, maybe get another judge to try it, but until the trial is actually lost, we just have to keep going.”
“Alright,” said the mother, “if that’s what you think is best.”
“Mr. Jenkins, are you ready to begin yet?” the judge asked irritably. He was an older man, white-haired, with a sour face held in a perpetual scowl. He looked small behind the large oak bench at the front of the room, but was no less formidable for his size.
“Actually Your Honor,” said the lawyer, “I was hoping we could have time to bring Noah in for questioning today. He doesn’t seem to be here yet.”
The judge’s furrowed scowl grew deeper. “I see no reason why we should have to expose such a young child to the trauma of a trial,” he said.
“Sir,” the lawyer pleaded, feeling himself once again fetching up against the brick wall that was this ridiculous judge, “the boy is a valuable witness. He may very well be the victim in this situation. By all rights, he’s the one person who really should be here.”
The judge glanced over at the other lawyer, father of the boy, who had chosen to defend himself. “Well?” he asked.
“Well...” The father sounded hesitant. “Your Honor, I’m afraid I was under the same impression as yourself. I didn’t want to expose Noah to this. But, if it’s that important, I could probably get him here tomorrow if need be.”
The judge nodded. “That’ll do,” he said, and while the other lawyer fumed at the ridiculousness of this verdict, “Well, Mr. Jenkins? Can you proceed without him?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” said the other lawyer sullenly. He proceeded to mount his case. However, as expected, it did not go well.
“Mr. Jenkins, do you have proof of these accusations?” the judge interrupted at one point.
“Sir,” said the lawyer slowly, “the father of the girl next door heard the child say that this man routinely took him down to the basement, where he was repeatedly sodomized. The child himself said this!”
“In those words?” asked the judge scornfully.
The lawyer blushed in anger and embarrassment. “Well, no Sir-”
“And why do you not have this supposed witness here to relate the testimony?”
“Well, er...” the lawyer hesitated, “he… well, he recanted. But we suspect there may have been tampering on the part of the father! He was perfectly willing to speak a week ago!”
The judge shook his head. “So you are asking me, Mr. Jenkins, to take away the right of this man to see his only son ever again, on the basis of a supposed rumor from a next-door neighbor that the man himself won’t even confirm?”
"Your Honor," said the lawyer stubbornly, "if you would just give me a chance to get the boy himself in here-"
“I’ve heard enough!” the judge banged his gavel, getting so worked up that sweat dripped down from his hairline, running down his neck. His face was slightly reddened. With a visible effort, he got himself under control and turned to the father. “Mr. Banks, do you have anything to say in your defense?”
“Well, yes Sir,” said the father. He glanced over at the other lawyer, who bristled. The father had the air of someone who had already won, and his brown eyes laughed at the prosecutor, even as his face assumed an expression so fraudulently innocent, it made the lawyer want to throw up.
“I’m just a father who loves his son,” the man said, stepping out from behind his desk. “I don’t know why someone would start such a horrible rumor about me. I really don’t. Noah has a toy room down in that basement. Sometimes I go down with him, and we wrestle. Maybe the neighbor saw that through the window and misinterpreted it or something. But I assure you, I’d never hurt my boy. He’s my only son. I love him.”
The judge nodded definitively. “Of course you do. Of course. And I see no reason why you should have to suffer just because of the vicious rumors of a small-minded neighbor. Mr. Jenkins, if you have no more evidence to submit?”
"Well, not today Sir, but if you’d just give me time-"
“Then I am deciding this case right now.” The judge banged his gavel decisively. “Mr. Banks, you obviously love your son, and there is no reason I can see why custody should be taken away from you, especially when it was given to you in the first place because your wife used to abuse drugs-“
The wife stood up to protest, but her lawyer put a hand on her arm and pulled her back down. He shook his head; there was nothing more they could do at this point.
“-so I am hereby dropping all charges against the defendant,” the judge continued. “Mr. Banks, you are free to go back to your son; custody remains with you. Court adjourned.”
“Thank you Your Honor,” said Mr. Banks, standing.
The other lawyer stood as well, and led the wife out of the courtroom by her elbow. “We’ll appeal,” he muttered. “Don’t you worry. We’ll appeal.”
The judge waited until everyone but the boy’s father had left the courtroom, and then gave up his pretense, his head dropping to the smooth, solid top of the bench, breath coming in loud pants. The father took his time getting his papers in order, then walked nonchalantly over to stand beside the judge.
He peered under the table just in time to see the judge’s hips begin to buck as he spasmed and came into the mouth of the boy kneeling between his legs. Noah whimpered slightly, swallowing as much as he could, but his father nevertheless noticed a trail of cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth, down his chin. He sighed. They’d have to work on that.
When the judge’s semen finally ceased flowing into the boy, the judge patted the soft hair, and gently pulled his penis out from between Noah’s lips. The boy sat back on his heels, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“Lick it up,” his father said warningly, and Noah hurried to obey, licking the remnants of the man’s seed from his skin. The judge was still for a few moments, basking in the intensity of his orgasm. While he lay back, Noah climbed out from under the bench and went to stand next to his father.
“Aren’t you happy boy?” the judge asked, laughing breathlessly. “Now you get to stay with your father.” He looked pointedly at the man. “You know, I am not as simple or easy as your neighbor. I’m not going to be bought merely by a simple blowjob.”
“Of course.” Noah’s father knelt down and looked his son in the eye. “You’ll have to leave with the judge,” he told him. “It would look suspicious if you came out of here with me, when we made such a point of you not being here. It’s okay. He’ll keep you hidden and bring you home at the end of the day. Until he does, you do what he tells you to, okay?”
Noah nodded wordlessly. His father smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “Good boy.” He stood, and his smile extended to the judge. “When you bring him home,” he said, “stop in for a while. We can take him down to the toy room.”
“Oh,” said the judge, “so you really do have a toy room down there?” Noah’s father just smiled.