Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:20:29 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruelty to Children Ch 13

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				Chapter 13

			   The Sun Shines Again

I could see the parking lot from the lounge window and watched Matt park
his little British sports car. I had bought him the MG when he passed his
driving test. It was a collector's car but I knew he would look after it,
an MGT `C' in bright red. I could see the birthday cake on the seat next to
him. It was a replica of his car and I remembered how much Ryan had loved
to go out in it with his big brother when I first bought it. I wondered if
he would show any sign of recognition.

Mum and Dad came, both Sam's came, Matron and a few of the boys from the
centre came. Ryan showed no interest or recognition of anyone. I had to
leave the room after Matt cut the cake and gave Ryan his piece. Dad found
me in my bedroom crying my eyes out. I was thirty six years old but he did
what he had always done. He took me in his arms and cuddled me planting
lots of little kisses over my head and face.

"I know it's hard son but you have got to be strong for Ryan and Matt, they
both need your strength so much."

I knew it too which made my sobbing even worse. It was so hard to be strong
when I was dying inside for my lost baby. He calmed me down eventually and
I returned to the party. I don't think anyone was in any doubt about what I
had been doing. Matt looked so concerned I vowed I would never let him see
me like this again.

When everyone had gone home the three of us cleared away, Ryan just doing
things as he was told, he took no initiative to do things by himself.

I needed to be alone so I asked Matt to sleep with Ryan and let me have a
night on my own. He kissed me quite passionately.

"I understand Jase, we'll go and shower. Sleep well, you deserve it."

I showered as well and slid into bed turning off the light straight away
but knowing I wouldn't sleep.  I suppose I must have dozed a little because
I didn't hear anyone open my door or approach my bed. I was shaken gently
into a fully awake state and turned to see Ryan outlined in the moonlight..

"Can I sleep with you tonight Dad?"

I nearly died, it was Matt nine years ago, only this in reality was my baby
who hadn't uttered a word in two years.

"Of course you can, hop in."

He did and snuggled into me like he used to, head in the crook of my arm,
one leg slung over my body arm draped across my lower belly just touching
my totally flaccid penis.

In a barely audible voice he said,

"When I'm sixteen you said you would consider making love to me completely
Dad. I'm sixteen tomorrow, please fuck me I know it will be different to
those boys that hurt me."

Too much for me, I cried, but through my tears and my sobbing I told him.

"I will make love to you every day for the remainder of your life if you
ask me to my beautiful son."

He squeezed me very tight and then he was asleep and I wasn't far behind
him. The release of tension was too much, I think I probably passed out
more than fell asleep.

My next conscious sense was a scream of anguish from Matt's room. It
sounded as though he had torn his door off its hinges to get out and he
burst into my room.

"Jase, Ryan's gone." Then he saw him curled up in my arms.

"Shh, get in with us."

Matt did snuggling up close to Ryan. He didn't need to ask the question. It
was written all over his face. Ryan had not moved independently for two
years, certainly not at night.

I teared up as I replied. "He came in soon after I went to bed and asked me
if I would make love to him today as he is sixteen. I promised I would
consider it when we talked two years ago."

Matt teared up as well. "Is he going to be better Jase?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I pray he will be."

We relaxed and just looked at the sleeping angel between us. It was getting
late and he hadn't moved.

"I need a pee Matt, cuddle the boy and let me see if I can slide out from
under him."

A little voice piped up then. "I need a pee as well Dad."

I looked at Matt, saw the tears of joy and said.

"Come on then Tiger, I'll fence with you."

He giggled and joined me at the toilet for a pee fencing contest. When he
finished he ran back into the bedroom threw himself on Matt and said,

"Morning big brother, I've missed you."

And I thought I could cry, Matt was inconsolable. Each word he uttered was
punctuated by huge gaps as he tried to get enough air into his lungs.

"I thought we had lost you little bro. I love you so much. Are you going to
stay with us?"

He looked like the cheeky little boy I knew from two years ago when he
replied.

"Mmm, but only if you and Dad will make love to me every day."

I could see the funny side of this little terror, blackmail and I loved
it. Matt and I were both crying tears of happiness as we smothered our baby
in kisses.

I won't bore you with details. Sam and I came to the conclusion that there
was no known medical case of anything like this happening before. Ryan was
perfectly normal in every way as he underwent extensive tests with Sam and
I. He would be two years behind his peers but that was all. Brain scans and
EEGs showed totally normal brain activity. I didn't care a jot, I had my
son back and that was all that mattered.

Matt had gone back to college after the weekend but rang every evening to
talk to Ryan. I heard one snippet of conversation that made me giggle like
a kid. I guess Matt had asked him if I had made love to him yet.

"No not yet Matt, I'm being gentle with him I don't want to push him into a
catatonic state trying to handle the sexiest guy he has ever known."

I bet Matt had something to say about that but the conversation remained
animated for ages before they hung up.

"Come here Tiger, I think we need one last little chat before we lay this
monster to rest."

He looked apprehensive obviously wondering what I was going to talk about.

"Before you slid off into your own world for two years you told me it was
your fault. What did you mean?"

"I can't tell you Dad."

That was said in a tiny voice and he wouldn't look at me. I pulled him into
a cuddle and said.

"Do you remember what I said to you then?"

He nodded.

"Well it's even truer now than it was then. These last two years have made
me realise that there are no words in my vocabulary to describe to you how
deeply I love you. There is nothing you could say or do that would ever
make me love you less."

"Honestly Dad?"

"Honestly Son, I would die for you in a second."

He took a deep breath and began.

"I was walking home through the park and this gang of boys started joshing
me, telling me I was so pretty I had to be a pussy boy. I put up with it
for a while until one of the boys my age said he wanted to fuck a pretty
little pussy boy like me. I told him I was no pussy boy and if he dropped
his trousers I would fuck his brains out to prove it. The others jumped on
that and the boy with the enormous cock said it would be a much better idea
for all of them to fuck me. They grabbed me then and took turns raping
me. The boy who did all the damage went first. I passed out. When I came to
the leader said, ok you've all had him once, anyone for seconds. The big
boy did it again and a few of them came in my mouth, then they left. I put
my clothes on and crawled home. I wanted to die Daddy I felt so unclean and
had always wanted you to do that to me but with love."

He was crying softly now but the trauma was gone. I made it all better for
him when I said.

"Well, I will fuck your brains out but with so much love you won't believe
it can possibly be that good."

The look on his face told me it was time.

I took him to my bedroom, undressed him and myself before spending an age
pampering him in the shower but not before I had given him a gentle warm
enema. He giggled.

"That feels so funny Dad."

He was already almost totally clean so I didn't need to give him a second.

Once I had him laid on the bed I just sat and looked at him. Two years of
gym time had given him a body almost as devastatingly gorgeous as Matt,
just a slightly less well defined less mature version. He took my breath
away. I leant forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

"You are so beautiful; I wonder how I could have been so lucky to have you
as my son and now my lover."

God he was so easy, he started purring then almost like a cat. I slid up
onto the bed alongside him propped on one elbow. I stroked his body, just
like I would a cat. All the way from his shoulders to his knees without
doing anything more than brush his cock and balls very softly as I passed
them by. I spread his legs and ran my fingers along his inner thighs
cupping his balls for a few seconds as I passed them. His cock was like a
rod of iron, a respectable length now that it was full grown, so I stroked
it very softly as I moved back up his torso with my hands. I kept that up
for ages gradually intensifying the action on the parts of his body most
receptive to it, like his nipples, belly button, cock and balls. He was
panting quietly and watching everything I did. Of course during all this
time I was kissing his lips and the remainder of his face and neck. I
turned him over and did the same to his back. When I spread his legs to
start on his bottom I felt I needed to say something.

"I love you Baby boy and I will never hurt you deliberately. I would die
rather than cause you a moment's anxiety. What I am going to do now is
prepare you to take my penis in your bottom. I am going to do it with so
much love you won't believe it. If, for one moment you are unhappy with
what I am doing, or if I cause you any pain, tell me to stop and I will, in
a milli-second."

He didn't say a word so I started with my tongue. I licked his perfect
little butt cheeks for ages before moving into his crack and licking that
as well. I made him put two pillows under his lower belly and open his legs
wider. I pulled his cheeks apart with great care and licked his little
rosebud. It looked so perfect, I praised the surgeon that had done this. I
tried to push my tongue into him but he tensed so I pulled away and just
continued stroking his body.

"You don't have to do this now Baby, I can turn you over again and make
love to you without penetration."

"Please Dad, I want it, I'm just very frightened."

I turned him back over anyway and kissed him.

"You need never be frightened of anything I do to you Son, it will always
be with love and the care I have always lavished on you."

"I'll try to relax Dad, please try again."

He rolled over again and I went straight in with my tongue. I was able to
lick just a little pink skin at the edge of his anal lips. He wriggled with
the pleasure of it so I slicked up one finger and eased the first knuckle
over his sphincter. He relaxed some more when he realised it wasn't hurting
so I slid it all the way in.

"Oh Jase, that feels so good."

Ah, Dad has gone he is talking to his lover now. Good.

I went in with a second one. He wriggled a little to adjust and then seemed
content. I fucked him slowly with the two, rotating them and stroking his
back and buttocks with my free hand and kissing his inner thighs. I pulled
out and caressed his balls and rubbed his perineum until he begged me to go
back into him with my fingers. I added a third one and then a fourth. He
was still totally relaxed and panting with the sensuality of it so I lubed
my penis with a load of Wet Light and the same with his anus.

"I'm going to enter you now Baby, tell me to pull out if I hurt you."

I slid my cockhead over his sphincter and heard the hard intake of
breath. I was ready to pull out instantly but he said nothing so I stayed
where I was.

"Give me some more Jase, gently though."

I did until I had all of me deep inside him.

"That's it Baby, you have all of me and you feel incredible."

He sniggered and said, "So do you."

I slid in and out of him gently for a few minutes and then pulled out
completely, rolled him over and pulled the pillows out before intending to
re-enter him. He was blushing and looking at the pillows I realised he had
orgasmed, probably more than once, but he hadn't made a sound. He saw the
direction my eyes were looking and said only a little above a whisper.

"I'm sorry Jase."

I kissed him and said to him. "Why? What have you got to be sorry for?"

"I've mad a mess cumming too quickly."

"And how much of a compliment is that to me?"

He looked a little bemused so I kissed him and said, "You can cum a million
times and make as much mess as you like. I love you so much my angel boy."

I entered him again then, watching his eyes. They oozed love and
contentment. I had done it. My cock was buried deep in his bowels without
any pain or trauma.

"Thank you Jase, that feels wonderful."

I was so gentle as I fucked his perfect little bottom for ages.

"I'm beginning to feel sore Jase."

I had been in too long so I sped up a little and had an orgasm that I
thought had blown my brains out. Ryan did as well and I rolled over
alongside him, still inside him. He never took his eyes off mine but
neither of us could say anything for ages. Then I saw the first tear.

"Don't cry Baby, I love you so much."

"I know Daddy, these are happy tears because I know how much you love me,
you have just shown me."

I had been soft for ages before I slid out of him. Neither of us had moved,
quite clearly not wanting to break this intimate contact. When I did slide
out he snuggled up very close to me kissing my chest.

"I know I am never going to be happier than this in my life Jase but will
you let me take you in my mouth sometime as well you have such an awesome
cock. Matt says you have the sweetest cum in the world."

I wanted to ask how he had got into that conversation but of course I knew
in my heart that he and Matt had been indulging in sex for sometime before
the rape but not invasive sex.

The next night he told Matt, who then wanted to speak to me.

"You are so lucky Jase, was he truly wonderful?"

I called Ryan back to the telephone.

"Matt wants to know if I thought you were truly wonderful to make love to,
do you want to hear my answer?"

He looked embarrassed and blushed.

"Yes please Dad," said over half closed eye lids.

"If I made love to every angel in heaven Matt, I wouldn't find one that
thrilled me as much as your little brother."

I held the phone so that we could both hear Matt's reply.

"I'm so pleased Jase, next to you I love the little guy more than anyone
else in the world and I know I always will."

"The same for me Matt." Ryan shouted, and we were all laughing.

Matt turned up at the weekend and both boys begged me to watch them make
love. Very kinky but how could I refuse. I had a comfortable chair and sat
watching Matt do what I had done earlier in the week.  Two beautiful young
men took each other off to paradise and I knew my happiness was complete.

It was now time for me to move on to the next stage of my life.

I did something unprecedented. I pleaded with the judge who let me adopt
Ryan to see me in his chambers.

"What is all this about Doctor Daniels?"

"You are the head of the family division of the bench for this state your
honour and I need confirmation of a comment I made some years ago in your
presence. I want to buy the big house that I talked about then, and I want
to fill it with boys who are like Matt and Ryan. I would want to adopt them
as well because I don't want any chance of a foster son being taken from me
when we are both loving each other. Would you allow me to adopt several
more boys if I came before you in court?"

He cocked his head, looked at me with a quizzical expression.

"I'm not sure, you said you weren't a candidate for Sainthood but I am
beginning to wonder. I wouldn't want to give you control of a lot of boys
if you are going to be whisked off to heaven suddenly."

I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"I'm sorry Sir, you've lost me."

He picked up a magazine and tossed it to me. It was Newsweek and my picture
was on the front cover with the caption. "Is this man a candidate for
Sainthood?"

I blushed deeper than I ever had in my life I think.

"I had no idea Sir."

"Don't worry about it, take that with you and read it at your leisure. If
you go on the lecture circuit now you could probably earn enough money this
year to buy several big houses and fill them with boys. It would be a very
brave man, or woman who stood in the way of anything you wanted to do with
the boys that you rescue. Convince me you have a substitute who can take
over from you if anything happens and you can adopt every boy who crosses
your path."

I was so totally dumbfounded that as I left I kissed the judge's hand. How
we laughed about that over the next few years.

My published works and the few lectures I did agree to quickly built up my
coffers to put my plan into action. "Newsweek" published a follow up and
the money from benefactors flooded in. I had to set up a charitable trust,
but not until I had my substitute, or should I say substitutes. Damien's
parents, Geoff and Pam volunteered as did Sam Jnr. and his wife. I was all
set. Now I just need the property.


Talk about expansion, phew.