Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2008 15:22:38 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruelty to Children Ch. 4A

Same rules as displayed in Chapter 1 please.


			    Cruelty to Children
				Chapter 4A
			       Matt's Story

My Dad was a typical Redneck. Ignorant and stupid, worse, he was a
bully. He never laid a hand on me until he found the gay magazine in my
school pack when I was thirteen but he verbally bullied Mum and me. He
worked hard and provided for us but there was little love or affection for
either of us. Photographs of Mum when she was young showed that she had
been a pretty young lady but now, still only in her thirties she looked
careworn and tired. She was affectionate towards me when Dad wasn't around
but he thought it was soft for boys to want cuddles.

I thrived on affection and one word of praise from Dad would sustain me for
weeks, but they were so few I couldn't remember the previous one when the
present one arrived. Academically I was top notch but I was no sportsman so
Dad naturally called me a sissy. The problem after I hit puberty was that I
knew I was. Well at least I knew I was gay. I loved to look at boys bodies
and if those boys were seniors I could almost orgasm just looking at them.

I got hold of a couple of magazines that showed naked men in erotic poses,
mostly with erections, they were amazing jack off material but Dad found
one of them. He smacked me around a bit until I told him that I was gay and
that was the day my world became a nightmare of pain and humiliation. He
told my Mother that he would take me to the garage every night and beat
me. His ignorance made him think he could make me into a good heterosexual
boy by thrashing me and humiliating me. I was only thirteen but I knew that
homosexuality wasn't a disease, it was the way you were created.

Every night when I arrived home from school he would grab me by the hair
and strip me one handed, almost always in front of my Mother. Out to the
garage then where he had a tackle rigged that he used to secure me in. Just
a couple of wrist restraints hung from a beam in the garage roof. I could
just stand when they were fixed on me. Usually the whip was first on my
upper body. When I was screaming with pain he would take his belt off and
with the buckle end beat my bottom and my genitals until I passed
out. Sometimes Mum would be made to watch and he would make snide comments
about my genitals, saying how small they were and that I wasn't a proper
man. To terrorise me even more he would sometimes threaten to cut them off.

"You aren't a man, you don't have any need of these." He would squeeze them
then until I screamed in agony. He never appeared to get tired of the
punishment and after nearly a year of it I suppose I only worried about
Mum, I was in pain all the time, never got an erection just retired into my
own little world.

The day Kevin saw my magazine I worried about it because I don't think I
could have put up with the humiliation of my school friends knowing I was a
little queer boy. They all thought I was a little odd anyway because I
never undressed in front of them, never went swimming and definitely never
stripped for a shower until the fateful day I met Jason Daniels. I had no
idea he had engineered it or that it was his job to look after boys like
me.

We got saturated playing in the rain and coach insisted we all take a hot
shower. I tried everything I knew not to strip but coach stood over me and
made me get undressed. My whole class saw my black and blue body which I
found incredibly embarrassing. Later most of them became proper friends
after Jase fostered me and I could behave like a normal boy again.

I showered and then was ordered to pick up my clothes and follow coach
through the school in just a towel. Stood in the headmaster's study in just
my towel I was frightened and when Jase came in it was worse because he was
a stranger. When he touched my shoulder I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Talking to him after the coach and headmaster had left I saw a look that I
didn't recognise in his eyes. Of course I didn't, it was the look of
love. Amazing isn't it, he fell in love with me almost the second he saw
me. I was a skinny, undernourished bruised and battered mess but he saw
something in me that was to change my life beyond recognition.

When Jase took me to the hospital I couldn't let him leave me with another
stranger but Sam Fitzgerald was pretty amazing and later in my life he
became my role model. He was a doctor who cared, like Jase he could have
been rich but instead he devoted himself to being there for kids. Sam and
his son became very special people in my life but no one ever became as
special to me as Jase, he saved me from almost certain death at my Father's
hands, lavished an incredible amount of love on me and my best friend and
never let me down whatever the circumstances.

Kevin became my best friend and eventually my lover, of course he always
played second fiddle to Jase, but as we both loved him it was never a
problem.



Back to the main story next chapter with Jason showing a new side to his
character.