When I was two years old, my grandfather took me with him in order to go at the fields where he raped me inside the car. We saw the trees, probably little apricot trees, and after that he had told me he has to pee. But there was a problem, he was afraid of not looking at him during his need and so he told me several times to turn my head and my body from the other side leaning on my knees. I was not willing to do that, because I would not look at him anyway. Finally he persuaded me to do so, and he pretended to walk, but he didn't and he raped me this time, telling me not to move, only back and forth. My grandfather had told this helps him to pee because he's sure I didn't watch him peeing. At some point he finished his job and he went away to "pee" or to do whatever he did. We were at the fields at lunch time.
He also took some pictures of me with his penis while we where there with someone's camera. After these stuffs we traveled through field roads at some village K. in which he gave only the camera at an old man who had his grandson at the yard. My grandfather kept the film and he tried to take with him the old-man's grandson. When the meeting was over, we traveled to the main city of our area with a port.
Suddenly, I saw buildings much bigger and different from my home town's buildings. I understood that I was in a different city, he might told me also that. We make a first stop at a garage for fixing cars just to make known that he had a child with him to his friends who curiously run after us to see me. Then grandfather speed up and we get into narrow streets of the city's center. A dark skinned child was on the road, it was no much older than me with long hair and no shoes. It looks like a gypsy girl but it was a boy for sure. He stopped to speak to him and the child recognising my grandfather talked to him back and he announced that I was his grandchildren. He also asked him for his age to see if it was near to me. After this encounter he drive few meters away saying he can't take him at the car this time beacause he's having me. Then we met a friend of my grandfather, who was a secretary for someone who was the head of the building we had stopped in front of. They talked about people who were participating in an organization, maybe a shadow group of people at first glance. They talked about themselves, police officers, military commissioned officers and irrelevant people of various occupational aspects. At some point, while they were speaking, I saw my father entering at the building and I shout "My father." and the secretary was shocked. My grandfather said it isn't your father, but he admited after a while, when the secretary was about to call him back or giving my father to the police. Nearly at the end of their conversation they're talking about the headmaster of that specific building and how unusual personality he was, deeply deceptive. His mission was to secure and widespread their ideas to everyone. At some point we enter the building one by one. A woman questioningly cried out: "Where this kid is going? Doesn't he know?" from his balcony. For some minutes I was alone inside this dark stoa with many elderly people around me. I was thinking about how many good people are surrounding me for the sole reason that they were old like my grandfather who I considered a good man. One of them started talking to me about how much I take or I want while the rest of them were looking us quizzically. Some seconds before I leave with him, my grandfather came inside and took me by hand away from him, yelling at his friend who sneaked out. It was a moment near to madness for him, because he knew what I was about to suffer.
We came over to the first floor through the stairs at the end of which there was a rusted white barred door made of iron. This door was locked and behind the bars there was a guard who waited first an order by the secretary or the headmaster. There were at least 2 or 3 secretaries in that building but only one each time. The guard opened the door and we went into the headmaster's office passing the bright corridor, despite the darkness of the ground floor. The secretary was about to take the headmaster's approval to welcome us inside the room, giving in parallel the film with the photos. Also, the headmaster was informed for an envelope with money which was be given by my grandfather for dissembling his identity from the police investigations in a way.
The headmaster looked at me friendly and he told me that he was a friend of my grandfather and a doctor, too. He advised me to fuck boys & girls when I'm "old enough" at the age of 12-14 and he started laughing with a despicable smile. That creepy smile scared me a lot and I asked my grandfather when we will go, he answered me soon. Then the headmaster said there is no need of rush and came near to me to examine. He told me to open my mouth and my grandfather begged him to let us go right now. He said no, and my grandfather showed me how to open my mouth widely and close my eyes hermetically so much with strain. I did like every time we went to a doctor and this man put his dick in my mouth until he was almost over and then he raped me in front of my grandfather. After the rape he gave me a pill to not remember. My grandfather also had given me pills sometimes for this reason. Both of them they were deeply attached to a violent psychology as if this was their idol. During the way home my grandfather wanted to talk to me and he said for himself: "I'm a bad man.", I opposed to this and he said: "Yes I am. I'm a paedophile." and he wondered himself something the secretary told him earlier, that when you accept who you are then all it's better. We arrived home and I didn't have any underwear under my short pants.
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