Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 23:54:19 -0400 From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com> Subject: Max Pt1 Max is the story of a young abused teen who finds love with his youth club leader. Not a lot of sex in it to start with but the final chapter, (3), has a good dose to keep you stiff, I hope Usual rules apply to the reading of gay erotic stories. Max Part 1 - Love Awakened I'm not sure how old I was when I decided I wanted to work with kids. Not kids with physical or mental disabilities, just ordinary kids that would be fun to teach and take on camping trips, that kind of thing. I had a good brain and used it to get a degree in computer science. The kind of job that qualified me for would give me loads of leeway to meld with a youth organisation of some kind so I went to do a counselling course as well. My first job was perfect, work when I like either at the office or home and all I had to do was produce a certain amount of work every week. It usually meant working in the office with an analyst on Monday and then doing the programme he wanted. I'd get it back to him when I was finished, he would check to see if there were any glitches and then I would get a new project on completion. The next stop for me then was the local youth centre. I talked to the organiser, told him my qualifications and the amount of time I could devote to the kids. Huh, kids, I suppose in lots of people's eyes I wasn't much more than a kid myself, I just didn't gel with my own age group. "You're a little young Guy but how would you like to work with our teenage boy group? They have been without a leader for ages. These aren't extrovert cocky kids that are going to give you trouble. The reverse really, you will have to do a lot of motivating to get them moving. Shy, introverted, poor communicators, mostly not very sporty, generally a little below average size." I thought they were great. Fourteen to seventeen year olds, most were happy to have a leader so close to their own age. I settled in and after a few weeks getting to know them we were ready, I thought, for our first expedition. "Ok, how many of you have ever been hill walking and or camping?" About half put their hands up. Max didn't. Max was fifteen and almost painfully shy. I had been watching him from the start, there was something different about him to the others. I thought he looked a little hunted all the time, worried that someone was going to find out he had done something wrong. He was a nice looking kid, not one that would stand out but a careful study of him over a few weeks made me realise he was well put together with a pleasant open face, which was probably why I could see his expressions so easily. He never looked directly at me though and his eyes were always half hooded. I told the rest I would organise a camping trip into the hills for next weekend, who wanted to come? All hands up except Max. While the others got on with activities I took him into my office. "Now then youngster, why don't you want to come with us?" He wouldn't look at me, he just mumbled. "My Dad won't let me go." "Why is that Max?" "He thinks I'm a baby so he keeps me at home and treats me like one. I am allowed to come to Youth Club because he says it might help me grow up but I know he won't let me come to camp." "I tell you what. Why don't I come home with you tonight and ask him?" "It won't do any good, he'll tell you I'm too much of a baby to go out with the big boys." "What about your mother, won't she support you?" "Mum left some years ago, she couldn't stand him any longer and had nowhere to go so she didn't take me with her." I went with him anyway. We walked into the house and Max introduced me to his dad. "You," pointing at his son," Go and get your nappy on Baby." Turning to me he looked me up and down. "Bit young to be taking responsibility for a bunch of teenagers aren't you?" I tried to make light of it and laughed. "Yes, but you need to be young to match the energy of these kids." "Huh I bet not my baby, he just needs his dummy and a nappy change now and then, although he's getting better, he can put his own on now." I wondered what he was talking about until the door opened and Max came in again wearing just a baby's nappy. I was astonished. "Get your dummy Baby, then we won't have to hear you prattling." Max stood by his father with a dummy in his mouth, nothing but a terry towel nappy on and blushing over most of his body which I noted was what I had expected. I gave the father the best spiel I could as to why he should let me take Max camping and hill walking next weekend. "What equipment will he need if I say yes?" I saw Max's eyes light up, the first time since I had met him but they were only half open almost as though he didn't want anyone to see he was happy. "Just a good pair of walking boots and some thick socks. Jeans are fine and the rest of his kit as well." "Do you think you deserve to go boy?" Max dropped his eyes, took his dummy out and said, "No Dad, but I would really like to." "Let's see shall we? Take your nappy off?" I was astounded and started to get a tingle in my groin as I looked. Max undid the pin in his nappy and let it drop. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at the floor. I gasped, he was so neatly put together with a very acceptable size cock and balls, much better than I expected, his muscle definition was quite good as well but I had already noted that. "Are you going to disgust me again tonight and shame yourself in front of your Leader?" He blushed an even deeper red. "I hope not Dad, I can't help it." The father sat down and Max, without being told positioned himself across his father's lap. I gasped again. Max had a bruised bottom. His father started to stroke it. "Well it's nice and dry so you haven't peed yourself yet today. Any punishment you are due between now and Saturday I will keep for next week so that you don't have any excuse to be a loser on this trip. If you come back here having wimped out of anything I will turn it blue and invite Mr. Stevens to paste it as well. You give him a good beating anytime he steps out of line Mr. Stevens, he's such a baby I ought to tell you to keep him in nappies as well." He stroked Max for a few minutes while he talked to me eventually confirming Max could go camping. I thought his action was totally inappropriate for a father to be doing that to his teenage son. "Now stand up Max and face Mr. Stevens and thank him for being a man about talking to me." When Max faced me I blushed because he had a mighty erection on. It looked so hard I thought it was painful. It was a very neat piece of kit, straight, not too big, uncut, nice set of balls. I was hard just looking at it. I left soon after that and bled a little for Max, no wonder the boy was so introverted, he couldn't have much self worth either. That was it for me. I was going to make him my project and build his self confidence. I wasn't being totally altruistic. Max was a neat parcel of boy that I would like to unwrap and make slow love to. I thought some genuine affection wouldn't hurt him one bit. It would be difficult if he wasn't gay but either way I was determined to build him up in his own eyes. The next meeting was Thursday so I made the others sort through all the camping equipment and I gave Roger Blunt the eldest boy a list of what he was to set aside for us. Then I took Max to the office again and told him to sit down. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took both of his hands in mine. "I'm so sorry I had to witness that act by your father Max. You don't deserve that, I think you are a wonderful boy and I hope we can become friends." He looked directly at me with his eyes wide open and I gasped, they were perfectly symmetrical almond shapes, pale green but not watery. Well, they were a little but that was the tears that he was holding back. "Thank you Guy. You don't have to apologise to me, I'm nothing." I gasped. "What do you mean you're nothing." "Well my father says I'm useless, I don't play sports and I don't have lots of friends, not the sort Dad would like any way. When you aren't there he terrifies me and makes me wet my nappy, then he takes it off and because my bottom is wet he thrashes me for being a dirty boy. I always get an erection even though I hate it because it hurts so much and he makes me beat off in front of him. If I'm slow cumming he finger fucks me." He looked down then and the tears rolled. "You don't have to take me camping now if you don't want to, I understand." "You don't understand at all. You don't have any idea. I like you very much Max and I hate what your father is doing to you." He looked up at me again and his eyes were shining. "Honestly." He gasped. I laughed, "Honestly." "Now, what about that bottom of yours, would you like some salve on it to make the bruising come out quicker?" "Oh yes please, I want to keep up this weekend, but where?" "Just here Max, I'll lock the door and you can slip your trousers and pants down to your knees and I'll do it while you're standing." "Don't you want me naked like my father does." "Mmm, I'd love it," I said, laughing, "But I only need to rub some cream on your bum." He looked a little bemused but didn't say anything else. His bottom was cute and I rubbed it for longer than strictly necessary. He had thrown another erection but he didn't mention it so I didn't either. We joined the others and when we finished I took Max home. As I dropped him off I touched his arm and said. "I'll see you at the club on Friday afternoon Max, the forecast is good so we should have a nice weekend." "Thank you Guy, I know I am going to enjoy it." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were only eight of us so we dropped the back row of seats in the mini bus and had loads of room for all our kit. With school out I was able to pick the boys up early afternoon and we arrived at the camp site about six. The experienced boys took charge of erecting tents pairing off with the less experienced ones. I had my own personal four man tent which I got Max to help me with. The extra space was for things I didn't want left in the bus or out in the open but we still had plenty of room for two. We set the tents up in a square, big enough to have a camp fire in the centre and lay round it until bed time if we wanted to. Everyone got their sleeping bags outside so that after we had eaten and cleared away we could lay around and chat. The camp site was quite secure which was why I chose it because I knew we would be leaving a load of gear behind. "Ok guys, natural pairings appear to have taken place, experienced one with a less experienced mate. I want you to keep those pairings for the weekend and look after your mate teaching him as much as you can. Tomorrow, up at seven, I want to start walking at eight. We'll go in a circle planning to end up back here about six again, and of course we'll stop somewhere for lunch." One of the boys laughed and said, "Yep we are all guys, Guy's men." Not particularly funny but it conveyed a warmth that the boys felt towards me. This was an area I knew so I planned lunch in one of the hill villages at a local pub. No alcohol of course but a pub lunch which I would pay for. We chatted until ten and then I made everyone go to bed. Most had showered at the site bathrooms before supper so it was a quick teeth clean and into their tents. Max was a little bashful getting undressed for bed. When he was down to his briefs and about ready to slip into his sleeping bag I held it down so that he couldn't slide his feet in. "If you were wearing boxers I wouldn't say anything but briefs may well make you sore in the crutch so you would be better off removing them and sleeping naked." He blushed and I slid over to him and pulled him into my arms. There was no resistance so I stroked him as I talked. "I have already seen all of you that there is to see Max so you don't have to be shy around me. You are a delight to look at, it gives me much pleasure just looking at you so sleep how you think you would be most at ease. I always sleep naked, it is so comfortable not having anything wrapped round you at night." "I usually sleep in a nappy but I would like to sleep naked and can we stay like this?" "Why, do you like cuddling?" "Yes, nobody has since I was little when my Mother was with us." We unzipped the sleeping bags, laid one out flat and used the other as a cover. I pulled him gently back into my arms and stroked his torso for a minute or two as he snuggled into me getting comfortable. When he was settled I stopped stroking but had one arm resting on his back because he had his head on my chest and his leg thrown half over me, and the other on the round at the top of his bottom. I couldn't feel his cock so I guessed he had tucked that down under him. "Comfortable Max?" "Yes Guy, you know I like you very much, you make me feel good." "Mmm, I like you very much as well, and cuddling you like this makes me feel good too." Nothing more was said and we drifted off to sleep. I was quite happy, I was cuddling a very happy boy and that was good enough for now. I slept well and woke first. Max was still snuggled in to me but I could feel his erection digging into my thigh, I didn't mind one bit. When he woke he obviously felt where his morning wood was parked and shot away from me like a scalded cat. "I'm sorry Guy, I'm really sorry." "Why, you wake with morning wood, just about as natural as living, you are snuggled into me the same as you were when we went to sleep, what have you got to be sorry about." "But I have a hard on." "So do I, but mine isn't stuck in you it's standing to attention between us." He looked down, saw the truth of my statement and lay his head on my chest again. "I think you are very special Guy, why do you make me feel so good all the time?" I looked into his deep enquiring eyes. No chance of any bullshit here was my guess. "Because I think I'm falling in love with you Max, you are a wonderful boy." His look of surprise was a delight, I knew I was never going to stop enjoying looking at his eyes, they were quite incredible, I felt drawn into them. Looking at the rest of him closely I realised that he was actually quite handsome in a slightly feminine way. His features were soft, but the shape was anything but feminine. He had a nice shaped aquiline nose under which was a perfectly shaped mouth, his lips curled just right for me to want to kiss them. He had wonderful high cheek bones, his hair was dirty blond with natural highlights and hung quite long in soft curls. His body was a lovely shape with quite broad shoulders slim waste and hips. Virtually no fat and discernible, but not extravagant musculature, I reckoned if he worked out in a gym he would build a fantastic body very quickly because the basics were all in place. "Do you mean properly love me like my Dad should?" "Yes Max, but if I touched your body it would not be to embarrass you, it would be to indicate my feelings of love towards you." "Thank you Guy." Nothing else, up then and off for a shower, I liked that this boy was so conscious of good personal hygiene. Breakfast, everything cleared away and secure that we weren't taking with us. The boys were all carrying light back packs with rain slickers, water, spare socks and energy bars in them. I had checked all of their boots to make sure they were on properly. I was a little worried about Max's because he had not had a chance to break his new ones in. I was going to watch his feet carefully and check them out at each rest stop. We set off, one very happy bunch of boys, the weather was perfect. The scenery was great and as we climbed it got better. We had to slow the pace a little for the two youngest boys but we still made it to the pub at a respectable time and I let all the boys have a weak shandy with their food. It was at the pub that I needed to do something with Max's boots, they had started to rub blisters. I had expected that so I had a small first aid kit with me containing some lint pads. He had the same size feet as me so I swapped boots with him as well. It worked, we both arrived back at camp with some discomfort but not huge blisters that would spoil the next day's walk. The evening was fun and I watched with satisfaction as these boys started to show the kind of enthusiasm and communication skills that they should. Max was still very quiet, looked a little worried all the time and stayed close to me. We went to bed about the same time as the Friday with the information that the walk would be shorter tomorrow so that we could get home at a respectable hour. In the tent getting ready for bed I asked Max why he looked so worried. Looking embarrassed and sad he told me. "I have two lots of punishment to take on Sunday when we get home, and if he terrifies me again that will make three. I know I will hurt a lot by Youth Club on Tuesday." I found this all a little difficult to consume. How could a man punish a boy like this so regularly, I thought Max was such a nice kid. "How does he terrify you Max and make you wet your nappy?" He blushed and shook his head, "I can't tell you." I didn't push it but I did cuddle him again that night and stroke his body until I was sure he was asleep. Before we got dressed the next morning I engineered it so that Max turned away from me to put his briefs on so that I could have a look at his bottom. The bruising was almost gone and his butt looked cute. Another tingle in my groin. A shorter walk but Max had some serious blisters by the time we got back. I thought he had done incredibly well and determined to tell his father so when we got home. Not a promising start to the conversation when we entered the house. "I suppose the little baby held you all back and spoilt the weekend for you. Tell me how bad he was Mr. Stevens." "With all due respects Sir. Max should be allowed to wear men's clothes after his performance this weekend. He had new boots which he broke in giving him quite bad blisters but he didn't hold us back because of it. He didn't complain at all and was very helpful round the camp soaking up knowledge all the time. If you allow him to come with me again I will probably make him a team leader he is very good. With your permission Sir I would also like to pick him up nights when there is no youth Club to join me at the gym. He would benefit immensely from a good hard work out three or four times a week. I would feed him as well before bringing him home." He laughed then and said, "This little wimp work out, you have to be kidding me. Get all your clothes off baby, let me see if I can discern anything manly about you." Max started to undress blushing as he did so. When he was completely naked he stood with his head down in an attitude of total defeat, I wanted to cry. His father walked all round him then told him to lay on the floor and raise his legs. What he did then truly shocked me. I couldn't believe a father could humiliate a teenage boy in this manner. He knelt at the boy's bottom, bent the knees back and spread the legs wide holding the ankles, he then called me over to look at Max's feet with him. Because of the way he was holding Max I could see his anus quite clearly. He looked edible but this was so humiliating. I stepped well back and said. "I'm sorry Sir that must be so embarrassing and humiliating for Max I don't wish to be involved." He looked back at me and sneered at me, "What another pussy boy." He moved aside so that I could see Max clearly again, telling him to hold his legs where they were and then he rammed two fingers into his anal passage and proceeded to finger fuck him. I was shattered, I wondered how Max could survive this kind of abuse. "Would you like me to replace these with my cock." He said and using his free hand he started to undo his trousers. "Please no Daddy, I promise I'll be a good boy." Max was almost hysterical as he pleaded with his father not to fuck him, and then he wet himself. Now I understood the reason he couldn't tell me how his father got him to wet himself every night. "I'm sorry Sir, I have to go. I'm sorry Max, I can't stop this." I left feeling totally wretched but what could I do. Max was fifteen so he either had to stay with his father or in a home, I thought the latter was preferable to what he had and I would suggest it when I saw him again. I also wondered if his father had actually sodomised him or just threatened him. I reckoned there was already a prima facia case to have him locked away but I would need to talk to Max first, if possible. I didn't sleep that night and I wasn't a lot of use in work the next day. I went to the Youth Club on Monday evening to write up a report on the weekend, and was really surprised when about eight Max walked in with his father. I looked at Max, I had never seen anyone look so totally lost before in my life. He was walking quite badly and I could see he had been crying recently, his eyes were all puffy. "I don't think this baby will ever be a man, so if you think you can do anything with him you can have him. I can't stand him creeping round the house anymore." I looked stunned. "Well, do you want him or not? His clothes are in reception. If you don't want to take him off my hands I will just take him home and throw him in the basement and give up on him. He's just like his mother, useless." "I'll take him. I will need you to sign to say you have released him into my care." "Whatever," was his casual reply. I quickly wrote out a note saying that Max was being given to me to look after. He signed it and went, no goodbye, good luck or anything. I locked the door and then took Max into my arms. He just disintegrated. I held him to me until he could stand again and then gently sat him down in my armchair. "Everything is going to be fine now Max, I'm going to look after you. I am going to smother you in so much love you won't know where you are." Despite what he had already experienced at my hands I don't think he was convinced. He looked like someone that had just finally given up hope of ever being treated decently. I took him home. As soon as we were in the house with all his bags, or should I say rubbish sacks because that was what his father had put everything in, I took him to my bedroom and stripped him. No problem, it was like undressing a doll no reaction at all. When he was naked he just stood there the same as he had in front of his father. I walked round behind him and gasped. I think I nearly sucked a vacuum in that room with my sharp intake of breath. His bottom was black and blue with the bruising. He must have been thrashed for ages to turn it that colour and I had only left him 24 hours before. "Oh Max, what has he done to you?" I walked round to face him again and took him in my arms. "I swear that is never going to happen again. I am going to love you and look after you for as long as you will let me." Of course the break down I expected and in some ways wanted to happen. I thought he needed to get all the pain out of his system and as he fell apart I eased him onto my bed and slipped on alongside him taking him in my arms and cuddling him. I spoke quietly to him for what seemed like hours trying to calm him down, the sobbing was tearing me apart I couldn't even begin to imagine striking this boy to give pain. He eventually cried himself to sleep so I eased out from under him leaving him on his tummy so that I could do something with his bottom. I didn't really know where to begin, my cream was a first aid treatment for a bit of bruising, I reckoned I would need a gallon for what I was looking at. I opened his legs a little to see how far in towards his anal entry the bruising went and that made me gasp again. He had been raped, I would guess frequently and viciously for the 24 hours since I had last seen him. I couldn't believe the state of him. No choice now as far as I was concerned, this boy had to go to hospital. I called for Ambulance and Police. He was set to become a basket case I thought. Great Doctor in A&E, allowed me to stay after I had told him the story and I watched him inject Max before puting him up on a table. "I don't want him waking up until we have finished here. I'm Ray Stevens by the way." He said to me puting out his hand. I laughed, "Pleased to me you Ray Stevens, I'm Guy Stevens, no relation though are we?" "I don't think so Guy, perhaps we'll be able to find out after this is cleared up." He carried out an internal examination and talked me through it. "There is no major permanent damage Guy that I can see. He has been split quite badly but my guess is that he has been subject to anal intercourse before. His sphincter muscle is quite slack and that isn't something I would expect after just one session of rape however brutal. I will need to examine him again when all this bruising has gone. This is one of the worst abuses I have seen to a boy's bottom." I wanted to die. I gave a statement to the police, showed them the note Max's dad had signed releasing him to my care. I was pretty certain Max would be taken into care after this and I bled for him. This boy needed to be smothered in love not farmed out to a foster home or left in a local authority home but I was only twenty one and single. I went home, got all my work stuff and went back to the hospital. I took a chair next to his bed with Doctor Stevens blessing. I would sleep and work as dictated by Max's state. ======================================================================== Part 2 is complete and I will post it soon.