Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 23:22:27 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruelty to Children

If you are looking for solid raunchy stories there are lots of mine in
Prolific Net Authors.

That said, sex isn't missing from this story but it is incidental to the
story not the main theme. What sex there is radiates mostly around an adult
and two slightly underage boys, plus a small amount of boy/boy sex.

The story therefore qualifies as homo-erotic so if you are not into this or
you are underage then please leave this site.

The story is copyright to the author and may not be downloaded for sale or
profit.


   Synopsis

Jason Daniels is a child psychiatrist who works with sexually and physically
abused boys and boys that have just simply been abandoned by their parents.

He is driven by his love for his best friend who  he feels he let down when
he was a boy resulting in the death of that friend.

Jason gets a second chance at love with one of these abused boys and the
result is a house full of boys who become adopted sons.

It is a shock to Jason's system when the first new boy shows him his true
sexuality and engineers sex with him. The result is a life long love with
happy interludes of sex with each other and one other boy, plus the
occasional liaisons of the boys with each other.


There are two fairly graphic rape descriptions as part of the story line.
There are also two scenes involving cp, again as part of the story line but
for the rest it is a slightly idealised world of love and understanding.

Hell, who am I kidding, it's a very idealised world of love and
understanding.

The first book runs to sixteen chapters and if the response to it is
positive I will consider a book two.

I did the same thing with "The Future", response was not good so I am going
to rewrite that one rather than write another part.


			    Cruelty to Children

		      Chapter 1 - I Lose my Soul Mate

By the time we went to college I don't think I had ever seen Matt free of
bruises. No one else saw the damage apart from me because we had been best
buds since first grade. Looking back on it now as an adult I am amazed I did
nothing about it then, misplaced loyalty I guess.

He never took his vest off when changing for gym or sports and he always
performed badly, looking as though he was in pain all the time, which he
was. His parents never signed the forms for him to have his school medicals
and I knew why.

Both my parents were doctors so we lived in a spacious house with a pool.
Matt swam with me all the time. In fact if he had ever been free of pain I'm
sure he would have been a more than adequate member of the swim team but of
course, at school he never went swimming.

The reason for all this was that his dad was a drunk and beat up on him
almost every day. He swore me to secrecy over it and like a fool I honoured
it. With hindsight I would have told my parents and had him taken away from
them. My parents told me after he died that they would have adopted him so
that my best friend would also have been my brother. Mum and Dad just
thought he was terribly shy because he always went swimming in long shorts
and a T-shirt if they were around because he didn't want them to see the
bruises.

He ate with us more than he did at home, I think he would have starved
otherwise. We always shared my lunch and I'm sure Mum knew which was why I
always had heaps of food.

The really sad thing was that Matt was beautiful. The most incredible thing
about him was his eyes. He had huge puppy dog eyes, an incredible mix of
brown and green surrounded by long curling lashes that had the girls as
jealous as hell. The eyes always looked sad and that made me sad. I spent
thirteen years of my life trying to make those eyes happy eyes.

I think I loved Matt the first day I set eyes on him. Everyone else poked
fun at him because he was so small, of course he was small, he was half
starved and badly beaten all the time. I think my parents fell in love with
him as well because they lavished so much love on him it almost made me
jealous, would have done I suppose if I hadn't loved him as well. He was
clever too, damn, he was clever. I was a good student but up against him I
appeared stupid. When we graduated Matt had a full scholarship. His dad
wouldn't sign the papers to let him go but his Mum did secretly and Matt
just disappeared from his home.

At College we roomed together, what else, and it was great. I watched him
for our first two semesters, the bruises disappeared he took to his swimming
seriously and was selected for the college team. He had to have a medical
and that was when my world fell apart. Despite his outward appearance and
his swimming ability, the abuse he had suffered all his life had finally
caught up with him. Most of his internal organs were so badly damaged the
medics gave him no more than a year to live. He lasted the year, just, most
of it living at my home with me his constant nurse and companion. I took the
year out from college to be with him, with Mum and Dad's blessing,
naturally. They understood my great love for my damaged friend.

I think I cried myself to sleep every night until the day we buried him. On
the day he drew his last breath he opened his eyes, took my hand in his, it
was so frail I hardly felt the pressure of his fingers.

"I love you Jase, thank you for being my friend."

And he died

I went to his funeral but I spent months on drugs, I was inconsolable, I
wanted to die as well. I couldn't remember life without Matt and I didn't
want to go on living without him. My parents were frantic by the time I
started to rejoin the world. I lost two years at college instead of one but
dad was the reason I got my act together again.

"You know son. You can lie here and wallow in self pity for the remainder of
your life if you want to, but what would Matt think of you?"

I looked at my dad; I mean I really looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, instead of lying there crying why don't you see if you can do
something to stop another boy ending up the same as Matt, or you come to
that?"

"How?"

"Go back to college, get a degree that will allow you to work with abused
kids. Make it your lifes work to honour your love for Matt by saving as many
young people as you can."

Dad was right of course, I hugged him half to death I think and for the last
time in my life cried for Matt and myself and the lifelong friendship I had
always expected.

I went back to college, worked my socks off and ended with a degree in child
psychiatry. I worked my body as well. Sloppy body, sloppy mind, dad had
always said.


This first part sets the scene for Dr. Jason Daniels adult life story.