The word cheat immediately wiped the self-satisfied smile off Georgie’s face. The thought of Ryan kissing or touching another girl made her feel physically sick and for once she knew he had her over a barrel. ‘OK,’ she said nervously. She had never seen a willy in the flesh before and instead of feeling mature and sexually confident, as she usually did, she suddenly felt like the little girl she actually was.

Feeling so aroused that he thought his penis was about to explode, Ryan stood up and lowered his tracksuit bottoms and pants to his knees.

Georgie felt anxious as she stared at his erect willy. Instead of dangling downwards as she’d expected, it was sort of poking upwards.

‘Just put your hand on it and I’ll show you what you’ve got to do,’ Ryan urged her.

About to do as her boyfriend had asked, Georgie let out a terrifying scream as four strange men burst into the barn. ‘Leave him alone! He’s my boyfriend,’ she shrieked as one of the men ran towards Ryan and hit him over the head with a baseball bat.

‘You shitcunts. My dad’s gonna kill you,’ Georgie yelled as she fought to stop two of the men from tying her hands and feet up with rope.

Ryan stood up clutching his head. He was very dazed and didn’t even realise that his penis was still hanging out for all to see.

‘Put the tape on her mouth and carry her outside,’ Eddie ordered, as his granddaughter began screaming blue murder and swearing like a navvy.

While Gary, Ricky and Raymond carried Georgie out of the barn, Eddie swung the bat again and struck Ryan straight across his now extremely flaccid penis.

‘You dirty, perverted little cunt,’ Ed seethed, as he tied Ryan up with the rope.

Ryan was in such excruciating pain that he could barely speak. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ he managed to mumble.

Ed picked up the duct tape and cut a strip off with his Stanley knife.

‘Hurry up, Ed,’ Raymond urged him.

Debating whether to cut the boy’s cock off and stuff it down his perverted little throat, Eddie decided against it. He had Gina, Aaron and Rosie to think of now and he couldn’t risk another long stretch in prison. He put his knife away, bent down and put the tape across the boy’s mouth. ‘You ever go near my granddaughter again and I will fucking well kill you. She’s thirteen, you nonce case. Oh, and when you see Jimmy and Jed O’Hara, you tell ’em from me, Eddie Mitchell said hello.’

Checking that the rope was tied tight enough around the boy’s arms and legs, Eddie spat in his petrified face, stood up and sauntered casually out of the barn.