Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2007 14:10:16 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: life just isn't fair - chapter four

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Dedication.
I hope everyone had a nice a Happy Valentine's day.  I sincerely hope
everyone is as lucky as I am to have found someone wonderful to share it
with.  I love you Jack and hope we're together forever. BIG HUGS AND KISSES
xxxx


Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair
'Why didn't I listen to Mike?' I cried, remembering not for the first time
how Mike had been so right about something and I'd been well off the mark.
This was a little more serious than usual though.  Hell, who am I kidding?
It's a lot fucking more serious.  I'd just sold myself into sex slavery by
the sound of it.  The worst thing was that as I thought about it, my cock
started to grow hard again at the thought of Bobby taking me as and when he
wanted to.  I didn't particularly feel anything towards Jay, but I'd just
agreed to have sex with Bobby every day.  The ends of my mouth slowly began
to turn up at that thought, and suddenly I felt better.  Wasn't this what I
wanted anyway?  Sex with Bobby Gardiner.  Okay, I didn't like the slaps but
maybe if I was good, he'd stop hitting me and just concentrate on the sex.
With that thought, I pulled on my trousers.  I'd never gone commando before,
and soon found out the reasons why after trapping myself in the zip.  I
looked at my shirt and decided it was a lost cause so I slipped on my
training top, and started gingerly down the path towards the main road
leading from the school towards home. I hadn't gone more than five minutes
when a weight suddenly landed on my back.  I sprawled forwards onto the
path, bracing myself against the fall.

Chapter Four.
Dealing With the Consequences Of  My Actions

'What the fuck?' I yelled as my natural reactions kicked in and I rolled
with the fall.  I landed on top of my ambusher and, unusually for me, my
fist connected with the face of my unknown assailant before I had a chance
to think.
'Owww Andy,' I heard a high pitched voice yell, as my attacker moved his
hands to protect his face.
I looked down to see John lying underneath me, trying to hold back the tears
from my punch.
'Shit John,' I said, 'why the hell did you jump me?'
I got up off him and held my hand out and helped pull him back onto his
feet.  His cheek was already reddening from my punch, and a wave of guilt
washed over me.  I always thought I would be different from my Dad, who
countered everything against him with a level of force, be it verbal or
physical.
'I'm really sorry little man,' I said to John and put my arm around him.
'but what the hell were you thinking off jumping me like that though?'
'Well I saw that you didn't go training so I sort of followed you to see if
you wanted to walk home with me,' he replied.
Wait a second, Johnny followed me leaving the school building? What did he
see?
'Okay, so I'm walking you now is that okay!' I snapped a bit testily;
obviously worried about if he had seen anything.
'Hey Andy I'm sorry I jumped on you alright.' He mumbled.  'Jeez you'd
thought I'd nailed you or something.'
'WHAT!!'  I grabbed him and spun him around to face me.  'I don't know what
you think you've seen or know but you say anything and I'll break both your
legs okay!' I snarled at him.
John looked into my eyes.  He told me later he saw nothing remotely like me
in my gaze.  He stood there petrified at my threat.
'I uh dunno uh what you uh think I'm gonna say Andy,' he stuttered out.
'So you didn't follow me to the science block then?' I demanded, shaking
him.
He looked down at his shoes, and instinct told me that he'd seen everything.
  I raised his chin up and looked at him.
'Johnny, you've gotta promise me you'll never tell anyone what you saw okay.
Please.' I begged.  'I'm not threatening you now; I'm asking you as a
friend.'  I could be such a shit at times, knowing that John didn't have
many friends because of his weight and shy nature.  How could I play on it
like this?
'Why did you let them do that to you?' he asked.
'Because it felt really good,' I said.  'I've really like Bobby for a long
time, and this was his way of showing me that he likes me too.'
'But he spat in your mouth and he punched you!'
'I know, I didn't like that very much, but he will stop doing it after a
bit,' I said, in hope.
'You know Andy,' he barely voiced audibly, 'you could do those things with
me if you wanted to.'
I barely heard him as he whispered the last sentence out.  I looked at him,
stunned, and then in a whole new light.  My little man, my next door
neighbour, Johnny Giles, has just asked me, no, invited me to do to him what
Bobby and Jay have just done to me.
'Johnny, I dunno man,' I started.
He pulled away from me, and with a sob, started to jog down the road.  I
suppose the only good thing with Johnny being out of shape is that I caught
him very quickly.  I grabbed him in an embrace and he started to struggle
against me.
'Listen John, my little man,' I started.  'It's not that I don't want to do
those things with you, but you're too young, and you're folks would freak!'
'Hey I'm only twenty six months younger than you, AND your folks would freak
if they knew you were doing that!' he countered.
The little shit certainly knew how to argue.  I stopped walking and stared
at him again through my good right eye.  He reached out and touched my
swollen eye.
'I wouldn't hit you like Bobby did.  I'd worship your body Andy'
Aww man how am I supposed to refuse that??
'Listen John,' I said trying to think of a way out.  'If you can come up
with a way to let your folks and mine let me stay over at yours, then I'll
think about it okay?'
That was a definite get out for me.  There would be no way on earth my folks
would ever consider me trustworthy enough to 'baby-sit' anyone so I was off
the hook.  Johnny didn't share my thoughts though and a huge grin spread
across his face.
'Really?' he beamed.  'I'll set it up with my folks.  They always go out on
a Friday and I end up with some dumb girl watching crap on telly and talking
to boys on their phone all night.'
He literally bounced downed the road, and I couldn't help but smile to
myself at his good disposition.  I dropped him off at his gate and walked up
the path and in through my front door.  I slung my bag down onto the floor
and yelled.
'HEY! I'M HOME!!'
The lounge door flew open, and my father came striding towards me.
'KEEP THE NOISE DOWN,' he said as he slammed me against the wall.  'Your Mum
is trying to sleep.'
'I'm sorry' I mumbled, 'but shouldn't she be at work?'
His hand bounced off my cheek, and I slid stunned to the floor.  Pain
exploded on my face.
'She lost her job last night as you well know.'
'Uhh noo I didn't know Dad' I said, raising my hand to my sore cheek.  Dad
had to have nailed me right where Bobby had hit me earlier.
'She told you this morning when you came down mouthing off to her!'
'NO SHE DIDN'T' I yelled back, not for the first time losing it with my Dad,
'SHE WAS FUCKING OUT OF IT AS USUAL!' The one thing I've been told time and
time again that will stop me playing football at a high level is my short
temper.  I guess it had just gone again.
He grabbed me and dragged me into the lounge.  I cringed as I saw two of
Dad's friends sat in chairs, watching some football review on Sky Sports.  A
littering of beer cans were spread around the floor.
'Kid playing up again Mitch?' one of them said.
I think that his name was the main reason why my Dad had no fuse at all.
What type of sick, sadistic parent would call their son Mitchell Mitchell?
'I had a call off that no good teacher Henderson checking on you today.  He
said you weren't at football training so you want to tell me where you've
been for the last hour?' Dad shouted.
SHIT. What can I say?
'I urm was with some friends Dad,' I mumbled.
'Yeah, I know exactly what friends you've been with.  That fag boy Bobby
Gardiner!!'
I was stunned.  How could he know.
'You think I let you have free rein on your computer do you?  I sell the
things at my store  stupid boy. I know how to monitor your internet! So was
it all you dreamed off getting banged up the arse?'
'Dad, I dunno what you mean? I'm not....I didn't!'
His fist connected with my face and knocked me over.
'I've seen the videos and pictures you've been looking at.  You make me sick
you little homo pervert!'
This was bad with a capital B.  My Dad knows, I could see it.  There was
going to be no happy ending here either, not like in the stories.
'Assume the position boy' my Dad yelled at me, as he started to undo his
belt. 'you'll tell me the truth if I have to beat it out of you.'
Fear ran through me.  Not from my Dad belting me.  Hell he'd done that
enough times over the years.  The position meant taking off my top and
stripping out of whatever else I was wearing to bend over naked while he
belted me.  So the first fear was the fact that two of his friends were here
and they'd see me naked and getting a whipping.  Secondly was the evidence
that was still on my body from my encounter with Bobby and Jay.  I hadn't
cleaned off all the cum stains from the sex.
My Dad lost his patience and slapped me again as I stood there not moving.
'Tim, help him out of his clothes will ya' he said to our large beefy
neighbour who sat in one of the chairs.
Tim moved and grabbed me before I had a chance to react.  He pulled off my
top and spun me around.  I saw Tim's eye widen as saw the scratches and
bruises on my back but didn't say anything.  He glanced at my Dad and saw
that he was struggling with his belt.  Tim flipped me and laid me backwards
over his lap so my back was out of sight.  I glanced up at him and didn't
know what I saw in his expression.
'Have you got him out of his pants yet?' my Dad said.
Tim looked down at me. My eyes pleaded with him to help me, but his hands
travelled to my belt and unclasped it.  He popped my button and pulled my
zip down.  He lifted me off him with one hand and pulled down my trousers
with the other, exposing the fact I had no boxers on.
'What the fuck is that?' my Dad slurred, as he took another swig from his
beer can.
'I err got my boxers wet at the shower after gym Dad' I lied.
'I bet, did your boyfriend keep them?' he snapped.
I suddenly reddened at the fact that I was bent backwards over my Tim's knee
with all my bits showing to the three men.  For some reason, my cock
twitched at my situation and I prayed to whatever higher power that I
wouldn't pop a hard on.
My Dad's other friend, Phil, grabbed me at my father's say so and positioned
me over the back of the sofa.  He grabbed my feet and pulled my legs
slightly open as Tim held my arms from the front.  My Dad then proceeded to
give me a number of strokes with his belt across my ass.  I shuddered and
bucked with every hit.  At every stroked he demanded I tell him if I liked
getting fucked up the arse or sucking cocks.  He'd never hit me this hard
before and I was bawling after the first ten strokes.  Eventually I sobbed
out a weak 'yes' which seemed to infuriate my Dad even more.  My Dad turned
to Phil.
'Your lad is what, ten, eleven?' Dad asked him.
'Yeah, a right little cocksure shit he's turning into as well.  His mother
coddles him and he's turning into a right momma's boy,' Phil whined.
Dad handed him the belt.  'Have a practice on my boy so you know how good it
feels to keep order in your house!'
I started to struggle again to get away.  I couldn't go through another set,
especially as Phil looked like he worked out big style.  Dad grabbed me and
lay over my back so I couldn't move.
'Do him then Phil, before the missus wakes up.'
I can't describe the pain I felt as Phil laid into me with my Dad's belt.
Part way through he switched his grip on the belt so he was hitting me with
the buckle.  I was way beyond tears and was limp under my Dad, whimpering.
'Mitch, Phil, I think he's had enough now, don't you?' Tim said, grabbing
Phil's arm as he went for another hit.
'He's my son and I decide when he's had enough!' my Dad yelled.  He grabbed
the belt from Phil and went to hit me again.
I'd never seen a TV explode before.  It was just as it happens on TV, haha.
I looked in shock as I saw my Dad trying to pick himself up out of the ruins
of the telly.
'Tim you son of a bitch!' Dad yelled.
'Stay down Mitch or you'll regret it!' Tim said, rubbing his fist.  Had Tim
actually punched my Dad and given him some of his own medicine?  Surely not,
I thought.
Tim looked at Phil, who had decided against doing anything other than
sitting back down in a chair.
Tim picked me up and cradled me as he took me upstairs into my bedroom.  He
laid me face down on my bed.
'I'll be right back Andy,' he said disappearing onto the landing.  He soon
reappeared holding a tube.
Is this the final part of my punishment? I thought.  Well, I'm no longer a
virgin so maybe it won't hurt.  I moaned as the pain reconnected with my
brain as I spread my legs to allow him access to my already abused hole.
'Andy, this may sting,' Tim said.
Yeah, I thought, I bet it will, and bit the pillow to stifle any scream that
may want to issue from my mouth.
I couldn't figure out what was happening as a soothing coolness spread over
my butt checks.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw Tim rubbing some
ointment onto me.  Tears were actually flowing from his eyes.
'I'm really sorry I didn't stop them earlier Andy,' Tim sobbed. 'I didn't
realise they were going to whip you that hard.'
'It's okay Mr Giles,' I said, relaxing into his slow, soothing massage.  'I
deserved it for not listening and upsetting my folks.'
'NO THAT'S BULL' he snarled. I flinched at his tone.  'I'm sorry for
shouting Andy, but you are a great lad, and your Dad is a piece of shit!'
'Look, I've gotta go home now as I'm supposed to be going bowling tonight,'
Tim said.
I slumped back down onto my bed, knowing I was gonna get it bad when Tim
went.  No-one put my Dad down without someone getting punished for it.  I
knew that someone was going to be me.
'That's okay Mr Giles, thanks for stopping them and taking care of me,' I
said resigned to my next whipping.   Tears slipped out of my eyes, which Tim
saw.  He looked around and saw my backpack.  He grabbed it and moved towards
my drawers.
'Andy, I need to put a few clothes in here,' he said.
I laughed to myself.  Someone else who wants a trophy of the day.  I'd given
up, battered and beaten into submission both emotionally and physically so I
pointed him to where I kept my shirts, shorts and underwear.  Tim passed me
some clothes and told me to put them on.  I looked at him, puzzled.
'Put these on Andy,' Tim said.  'You're coming next door until we sort this
out properly.  I'm not leaving you here for your Dad to beat you again.'
I looked at him and just burst into tears.  No-one had ever gone out on a
limb, stood up to my parents, and then offered me a way out.
Tim just grabbed me and put my arms around me, whispering soft comfort into
my ear.  I got dressed and picked up my backpack, and followed Tim
downstairs.
'Mitch, I'm taking Andy next door until things calm down here,' Tim said to
my Dad who had finally managed to get himself up out of the remnants of the
telly.
'Take the worthless piece of faggot shit!' Dad yelled.
Tim moved towards him with a fist raised.  My Dad stumbled backwards as I
said,
'Mr Giles, please, can we just go, please.'
'Sure Andy.  I know that Johnny will be happy to see you.'
He guided me to the front door, grabbed my school bag and shut the door
behind us as we moved down the garden path.


Coming Soon
Chapter Five
The start of a new life??

Well, chapter four has ended and with it, has Andy's relationship with his
family?  Quite an emotional chapter to write with Andy suffering a lot of
physical abuse from his Dad, as well as the humiliation of his beating
taking place in front of his neighbour, as well at the hands of another
adult.  At least Johnny's Dad, Tim, has saved him from anymore suffering,
hasn't he?  (Oh and I was so not going to leave you on a cliff hanger this
time!!)