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The school and fourth grade of elementary had ended, and the
summer vacation began. It was a Friday, and 10-yo Danny had
come to his Dad's apartment, as usual on the weekends. His
Dad lived in a different city, so all his friends always stayed
there, away. He wasn't saying he wouldn't like being with his
Dad. He was fun, considerate, and gentle. Sometimes his Dad
was in his thoughts and didn't always listen when he
talked to. It's reportedly due to his work, where he has to think
a lot and can't stop it in his spare time. Danny was often quite
bored, especially if he was alone and Dad was at work.
That Friday was no different. He lay on the bed and watched
the ceiling. He wasn't amused by playing car crashes with
toy cars. He didn't want Spider-Man to save the city with his
action figures. He wasn't amused to make Lego a town and
then bomb atoms in a moment. No. He wanted real action
and real excitement. His phone battery was almost empty,
and the charger, of course, was left in his mother's home.
e knew Dad had an extra C-type USB charger somewhere.
Danny went to his Dad's bedroom and rummaged through
his bedside drawers. There were envelopes, earplugs, some
motorsport magazines, and a tube of some ointment. He
thought it was hand grease, even though it read - GLIDE -.
He didn't sacrifice any more thoughts at the time, and no charger
was found, so searches had to be expanded. Next, he
searched for his father's found there, but he was frustrated and
kept searching.
He sat at his Dad's desk and wondered how he had been so
foolish that he hadn't come looking for the charger in its
drawers right from the start. Eventually, he found the charger,
but there was also a small white cardboard box. It had no
pictures or text. He opened the package, and some
kind of electronic device was inside. A black gadget about 2 inches
high and wide and 1 inch thick. Its thinner side had a hole for
the USB cable, and the broad side had a lens in the middle.
He knew right away that it was some kind of camera. He
thought it might be some device related to Dad's work that had
been left unused.
Danny took the device to his room and plugged it into
his laptop. The device connected to the computer immediately
and appeared in directories as a new disk drive. It contained
nothing but a text file containing the device's instruction
manual. He learned the device can be controlled via
Bluetooth and WLAN and can also be set to record the
movement. It immediately occurred to him that it could be
used for espionage. He could play detective and watch what
his Dad does when he's alone.
Danny tested the device many times over the weekend, and
when he went back home on Sunday, he looked for a good
place for it, behind Dad's desk.
When Kevin, Danny's Dad, came home, he thought that Danny
seemed to be somehow secretive. But, in the end, everything
seemed quite normal then. His daily life continued
alone again, working and doing some mundane
things.
On Monday, Danny remotely connected to the camera
on a computer. He had put it to record the movement; otherwise,
it would've quickly become full. There was nothing stored there
except that Dad walked in front of it a few times in the morning and
later in the evening when he had come from work. It was dull.
He thought there was no point in this undercover game. After all,
Dad never worked from home and didn't spend his free time at
the computer. Danny found his Dad too boring to spy on.
Danny let the spying go on for a few days. Still, on Wednesday,
he decided to see if the camera had caught anything other
than a father walking past for a few seconds. And yes, it
was. The camera had recorded a video from Tuesday at 8.20 PM
while Dad was sitting in an office chair in front of a computer.
His back covered the computer screen, so Danny couldn't see
what he was doing or watching. Still, he was paying attention to
his shoulder, which was moving steadily. The camera
didn't record any sound, which annoyed him a lot. He
watched as his Dad sat in his chair, staring tightly at the computer
screen, and his hand moved quickly in his lap. Then he
realized; Dad was jerking off and was apparently watching porn.
The matter was clear when, after a moment, Kevin took Kleenex
from the desk in one hand and wiped something under his
stomach. Danny had just found the joy of playing with his dick,
but to him, it felt weird that adults, like his father, would
wank off too. He was immensely annoyed that he had put the
camera in his Dad's bedroom where he couldn't see
what Dad was watching. Kevin got up from the chair, and Danny
didn't care what he was doing after that.
Kevin sat at the computer on Tuesday and dried the cum off
his cock. He had just masturbated and, therefore, relaxed. He
often relieved pressure by masturbating; he thinks it's fun,
especially if he found something he was happy to watch while
jerking off. Because of his job, he had a wide
variety of programs on his computer, even though he rarely
worked at home. Then a program reported that an unspecified
device was found on the network. He didn't think about it; he
was tired and thought about figuring it out later.
On Wednesday, when Kevin returned home from work, he
remembered an extra device on the LAN. It took him a while
to figure out what it was until he finally understood. It was a
camera. He connected to it and noticed that it recorded a
video whenever something moved in front of it.
A few files were stored in the camera's memory, mostly
clips of a couple of seconds in which he walked past. But, of
course, there was also a recording of Tuesday night.
He watched a high-definition video of himself masturbating with
his back to the camera. He had no doubt as to who was behind
it all. That rascal.
The following weekend Danny went to see Dad again. Dad
had done something on his computer on Wednesday too, but
he didn't know what because he couldn't see the screen.
However, he hadn't jerked off. So Danny moved the camera
to another location and pushed the office chair before the desk.
That way, he could point the camera so that when Dad was sitting
in the chair, he could see what was happening on the screen.
Danny found it incredibly exciting that Dad didn't know he was
spying on him.
Over the weekend, Danny didn't mention a word to Kevin
about what he had seen in the video. It was apparent he
would continue to spy. Kevin decided to let it be and not touch
the camera; otherwise, Danny would know he knew.
The weekend passed as usual. On Monday, he was alone
again, and he sat at the computer, taking his stiff cock out of
his pants. He jerked off watching his favorite porn, ignoring
Danny sees his back. The thought even excited him a little.
When Kevin got to bed, he glanced quickly at the camera
and noticed it was no longer there. He thought Danny had
taken it away. But it wasn't until he got home from work the
next day that he noticed the camera hadn't been taken away;
it had been moved to a place where it could capture a
display. Kevin went quickly to the file folder on the camera
to delete the video, but he noticed that the folder had already
been opened the same day.
Busted.
Danny checked out the files stored on the camera on Tuesday
morning. There was one longer video file from Monday night.
In it, Dad sat down and turned on the computer. The Windows
logo appeared on the screen, and the view was pretty good.
Dad opened a program on his PC, where he entered a
password. New folders appeared on the screen. Dad clicked
one open and put the video on. In it, a slightly plump man and
a slender, short-haired woman caressed and kissed each other.
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, and a short woman
was in his arms.
The man caressed the woman's back and her short hair.
Danny could clearly see his Dad staring at the screen with his
mouth open and masturbating, but the angle of view was such
that he couldn't see his penis. In the video, the man put the
woman on the bed, kissed her crotch, and the camera zoomed in
closer. So close that he could see a man was... sucking a
small penis. A little woman wasn't a woman, but a boy. Child.
And certainly not much older than him. Dad was watching
child porn!
Boy porn!
TO BE CONTINUED
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