Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 20:29:25 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: Samuel Part 2 Revelations

Samuel

2 Revelations

This is a work of fiction; any similarity with places, people and events in
the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then
why the hell are you still here?

Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do not condone the sexual abuse of
minors, do not go out and try anything you read here in the real world. All
actors in this tale were over 18 at the time of printing!


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"You can't change who or what you are, all you can do is change the way you
deal with it!"

- Denis H. 1920 to 2000.

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link to donate at the top of the Nifty Homepage.  From Part 1;

Once the boy was completely paralysed below the waist Roy made the first
incision in his tiny scrotum. "Andy I need you to hold the other testicle
out of the way" he instructed, "Don't want to cut both out!" he added with
a wink towards Sam.

The boy watched intently on the TV screen and said with a smile "When I
said I wanted you inside me tonight Andy, this is not quite what I meant!"

I almost burst into tears at this kid's bravery!

Part 2

Sam was incredibly brave, and soon the massively swollen and severely
damaged testicle was removed. Roy then tidied up the boys foreskin, leaving
him with a slightly loose cover, but still intact.

"I think we should leave it at that for today. No sex for a couple of
weeks, just lots of cuddles and hugs!"

Andy;

I felt sick to the core, I had helped operate on comrades and civilians
while I was in the Army, from assisting at a caesarean birth to quite
literally keeping a dying old man alive long enough for his priest to give
him the last rites. Sam was not the first kid, nor was he even the
youngest, but he was the first to affect me so badly. Slowly it dawned on
me that I now had a commitment for life here, I could not simply pass him
back to someone else when work called.

We put him in a bed in the vets practice usually meant for nursing staff
who were on all night watch for some poor creature in need of care. This
time the poor creature was a boy, a cute, cheeky, abused hurt little boy. I
slept fitfully, reliving the horrors of modern warfare many times over,
each time the patient died in my arms, each time he was Sam.

I was woken by the persistent buzzing of my phone, someone had called me on
my emergency number, FUCK not another call out. There was no way I could
drive, I'll have to throw a sickie, the first time in over 5 years!

I pushed the answer button, ready to put on my worst "I'm too sick to work"
act when the voice at the other end said; "Thank God I caught you, you need
to know before you do anything, Prince-Wadderhoos the accountants have just
closed us down. The firm has ceased trading, we're all unemployed!"

"You have to bring in your car, phones and laptop this morning, with your
full client list!" She went on.

"The hell I will!" I snapped, "I got caught in the mother of all storms
last night and the doc has just told me, absolute bed rest for 48 hours!" I
lied.

"If they want my car they can come and collect it, both phone and laptop
are my own property so they stay with me!" I added.

Just then Roy walked in, eyebrows raised at my loud complaining,

I sort of half grinned at him, and then said, for the benefit of the phone,
"Sorry Doc. my firm just told me that I'm out of work. I'll end the call
now!"

"I should think so too, don't you know that you are not allowed to used
mobile phones in hospital?" he replied, loud enough for the desk rat on the
other end to hear.

"What's all this about you losing your job?" he asked as soon as the call
was cut,

I explained that the accountants had simply found us to be a non-viable
commercial entity and bang we're all out of work!

He asked me what exactly my job was and I explained I was an IT
trouble-shooter, and about the firm I was there to visit. He grinned like a
cat that had just got the cream, "I'll ring my brother!" is all he said.

About 40 mins later the MD of the small engineering firm, Rogers
Engineering, that I had come to sort out walked into the Vets. "Ah Andy! "
he said, "I'm glad I caught you"

I was a bit abrupt with him, "You'll have to find a new IT firm, we were
liquidated this morning!"

"Yes, Roy called me, how would you like to run my IT department for me
here? I can't offer as much as you were getting in London, but the cost of
living is lower here, and the pace is much more leisurely. Along with 4
other small companies we own and run a small school for employees'
children, so Sam could easily stay with you."

"Sam? What do you know about Sam?" I asked in a panic.

"well I know a lot about Sam, as it happens; He is cute, he has the hots
for you, his biological father is a worthless bastard who deserves all he
is going to get, and he is going to stay with you from now on!" he grinned.

I sat down, I must have looked pretty confused so Roy started to explain:
"Andy, this is my older brother Paddy, he owns the company that you were
going to sort out the IT for. Sam's dad works for the same company, and
when his workmates find out what he did, he is likely to have some sort of
accident."

"I'm going to give him a choice, either he signs over Sam to your permanent
care, or he will face the courts, down here in the backwoods of the West
Country we take child abuse very seriously, and damage to such a beautiful
specimen as young Sam should be a hanging offence!"

"Sam has a sister too I think" I remarked.

"Yes there are 2 girls, they too will be taken care of, we have some lovely
families here who will be only too happy to take in a couple of fair young
maidens!" he laughed.

I thought for a moment and then said "Well it has to be Sams decision, if
he wants to stay with me, and live here then I'm fine with it. London is
not what it used to be any more"

We went into the room where Sam was recovering, still a little dosed up on
pain killers, and put the idea to him.

"You would do that for me? Give up your job and your home in London to live
here?" He asked incredulously.

"Sam I would give up everything in the world to make you happy!" I assured
him.

In the days that followed contracts were drawn up, I put my house in
Richmond on the market, slightly below its true value. My Father had
purchased it back in the 1960's for just under £4000, now in 2014 it was
worth well over £1.75 million! I had almost nothing in the way of debts
and ended up with over £1.5 million in the bank. I got some severance
pay from the old firm, and they included my company car in the package so
Sam and I started to look around for a new home.

About 10 miles from my new job there was a building plot for sale, the
owner had got plans for an environmentally friendly property approved, and
was selling due to ill health. The sale included the house plans, indeed
there was a proviso that any property built there had to be as
environmentally efficient as possible. The plans included a huge all glass
side, to the south, which was to be photo generating. It looks like
mirrored glass from the outside, and normal, tinted glass from the inside
but it also generates power all year long. All other roofs were to have
solar panels fitted as well as 2 small wind turbines and a water turbine on
the stream, a tributary of the River Piddle too! A heat exchanger system
had already been installed below ground and the house had its own deep
water spring, making it totally self-sufficient from outside utilities, the
waste water being treated on site and feeding into a newly created marsh
and swamp area.

I managed to clinch the deal at just under £1.2 million including all
building costs, a solar heated pool and an extra 6 acres of woodland that
backed onto the property, guaranteeing that there could be no development
in sight of my new property. All I told Sam was that I was having a new
home built, and it was to be a surprise. We moved into a cottage belonging
to my new boss, and Sam settled in well.

I had been working at the factory for a couple of weeks when I first met
Sam's biological dad, he was not aware of who was looking after his son,
and he had sought treatment for his temper and his mental state. I bumped
into him in the canteen, he was eating alone, the others were shunning him,
and I asked if he minded if I joined him.

"I don't mind" he said sullenly, "but you won't want to be near me when you
hear the gossip!"

"Want to talk about it?" I asked in a friendly way.

He looked suspiciously at me, "why would you want to talk to me?"

It was then that I saw his name tag, Roger Davies, and realised who he was,
"Well I hear you are seeking help, and your son is on the mend. Who knows,
maybe one day he will want to see you again?"

"You know Sam?" he choked, almost in tears, "How is he? No one will tell me
anything, except that I signed him over to a very caring family"

"Yes I know about Sam, he seems settled where he is, though his old teacher
still has some questions to answer. What about your daughters, have you
been able to see them?"

"Yes I get to see them once a week, under supervision, but I guess I am
lucky that it never went to the Police and Social Services!" He conceded,
as he pulled a photo of the whole family from his wallet, "This was us
before my wife died, we were a normal happy family back then. I don't
understand where it all went wrong?"

"Maybe your shrink can help you piece it all together"

"If you see Sam, please tell him I am sorry."

"If he is ready to hear that then I'll see that he gets told. I just think
it might be too soon for him."

"Thanks, and thanks for not simply walking away, or worse." he said with
genuine gratitude.

"See, not all Gays are evil people" I said before I realised that I was
'outing' myself to him.

A look of enlightenment came over him, "It's you, you are the man who saved
my son, and the man who wanted me to have a second chance, to get help? The
day after Sam left me I had an 'accident', I slipped and hit my head
several times outside the village pub. My car has been torched and my bike
tyres get slashed almost on a daily basis, it's no more than I deserve for
the way I treated him" he said resignedly.

I gripped his shoulder and then stood up, banging my fork handle on the
table;

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think most of you know who I am, and my part in
the affairs of this mans family?" There were nods and murmurs of agreement
from around the room. "I think we are all good well-meaning people here,
and had I met up with Mr Davies that night I might well have done something
I would later have regretted. As it is some unfortunate circumstances led
to his having a breakdown, which manifested itself in his behaviour towards
his children. I'm not asking you to forgive and forget, just to
understand. Please stop the harassment and the damage to his property, and
no he didn't ask me to say this, I'm asking this on behalf of the boy. He
might get the wrong signals if he thinks that violence is OK as a
punishment for violence. You are a tight community, you have welcomed me
with open arms, all I ask, for the sake of a young, confused and
traumatised boy, please can we all now move on?"

There was a moment's silence, punctuated by the quiet sobbing of the man
who had hurt MY Sam, before the co-workers rose to their feet and clapped.

I was startled by a voice close behind me "I could not have put it better
myself!" I turned to see a smiling Paddy who offered Sam's dad his hand, as
a sign that, for him the matter was over, or at least being dealt with.

"Andy I wanted to talk to you, please can you come to my office when your
break is over?" Paddy asked.

"Sure, 15 minutes OK?" I asked.

"That would be fine, it gives me time to call the others together" he said
conspiritually.

I cleared my lunch plate away and tidied myself up before knocking on
Paddy's door.

I was surprised to see the head teacher of Sam's school there, along with a
couple of other people who I did not know.

"Ah Andy, thanks for coming in, please take a seat" Paddy started, "I think
you know Mr Thomas from the school?" he asked before going on to introduce
the others, mainly MD's from the other firms in the industrial estate, all
of whom were Governors of the private school that Sam was now enjoying
going to each day.

"I'll cut to the chase, your job here with me is safe, for as long as you
want it, but I was wondering if you would like to fill your time a little?"
he started.

"In what way?" I asked, my curiosity awakened.

Mr Thomas explained "We do not have an IT teacher at the school, indeed we
also have no one to look after the schools computers anyway. What we are
proposing is for you to form your own company here, and to take over the IT
needs of all of the firms here on the park, as well as teaching a couple of
days a week."

"I'm not really qualified as a teacher.."I started.

"Now now Andy" Paddy interrupted, "your military record book shows that you
were a combat first aid instructor at the RAMC depot in Mytchett, they
speak very highly of you, and I'm sure that you would be a huge asset to
the school! We would need to get a CRO check done, it's required for anyone
working with kids, but I can expedite that and it could be arranged in time
for the next half term."

"We have a small unit across the way that would be ideal for your needs,
and I can let you use our HR department for payroll and recruitment. I
suspect you would need a store man/ caretaker and 2 or maybe 3 IT service
technicians to start off. What we are proposing is that you own a 51% stake
in the company, the rest would be shared equally between us all. Your
teaching stipend would be separate, but the IT maintenance at the school
would be billed, at a preferential rate of course!"

"Woha! please slow down, before I even consider it I will have to ask Sam.
I made him a promise that HE comes first in everything I do, and I intend
to keep that promise to him!" I stated perhaps a little forcefully. "Just
how much do you want me to invest?" I added, "I have a little left over,
but I doubt it would be enough for 51% of a business like that"

The grins on the faces around the room told me that I had given the right
answer, and one of the men reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet,
handing £50 to Paddy; "Damn how did you know he would say that?"

"You Sir are at a disadvantage, straight guys simply can't work out how a
Gay guy thinks, it's all part of our GayDar! Once you have given me a list
of your immediate requirements, stock and tesr equipment etc. then we will
work out how much each needs to invest, your 51% stake will cost you
£10. The rest you make up for with your skills and your contacts!"

Mr Thomas said "Well no time like the present, if Paddy can spare you for
the rest of the day perhaps you'd like to come and see the school in
action?"

I looked across at Paddy, who nodded his approval, and Mr Thomas led me out
to his car. I stopped and drooled, he had a 1959 Morgan Roadster. British
Racing Green, walnut wood everywhere, leather seats..... a real mans car!

He smiled and tossed me the keys, "I had a drink in Paddy's office, so you
can drive!"

I got in, almost cumming in my pants, after cute boys this was my second
love, vintage sports cars!

"Drive it like you would an Army truck in the desert" he advised, "it needs
double de-clutching all the way up and down these days, the syncro is just
about shot!"

As I slipped it into gear I noticed that we had an audience at the
boardroom window, so I pulled away firmly, but not stupidly. The run to the
school was way too short, and in no time we were there.

In the meantime Mr Thomas had introduced himself as Derek, and as we pulled
up he took out an ancient PDA and checked what lesson Sam's class would be
in. "They are in PT right now, so we'll go down to the Gym. One of my few
luxuries, being able to walk in and out of the Gym, and the changing rooms,
without getting into trouble!" he confided in me.

I had not seen all of the school before, just the admin block, so I was
amazed to see the size of the sports facilities, considering there were
only some 250 pupils all together.

As we walked in the teacher blew on his whistle and all the kids stopped
what they were doing, and stood still, almost to attention! Then I noticed
the badge on the teachers vest, as well as the tats on his arm. He was and
ex Parachute regiment PTI from the Royal Army Physical Training Corps.

Sam saw me and shouted "Dad" and went to rush over but the PTI blew his
whistle and simply held up 5 fingers. Sam immediately dropped to the floor
and did 5 very fast, but impressive pressups.

As soon as he was done the PTI called him over, and told the rest of the
class to carry on. Sam dashed over and was about to hug me when Derek
cleared his throat. Sam stopped, stood to attention and waited.

"Sam ask Mr Jones to excuse you and follow us, we need to have a chat!" the
head told him.

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir!" he said, and then turned to the PTI, "Permission to
leave class Sir?"

"Yes off you go Scamp, oh and well done those push ups were pretty much
perfect!" he praised, as he ruffled Sam's hair.

Sam beamed and trotted over to us, taking my hand as we walked to the
changing room.

"Well done son," I praised, "my press ups aren't that good anymore! How
would you feel if I were to start teaching IT and computer studies here at
your school?"

"Wa..wa.. er you teaching here?" he asked totally confused.

"Yes I have asked your dad if he would teach here, a couple of days a
week. It would mean that, in school, you would have to speak to your dad
with the same respect that you do for every other member of staff." Derek
added.

"Of course Sir!" he responded, "That would be great!"

Just then I heard a bell go and the PE class started to file in to the
changing room. I motioned to the head that I would leave but he shook his
head.

"Just enjoy the show, you will also see how we do things here, except on
the days of the annual Ofsted Schools inspection that is!"

He told Sam to grab his things and move with us to one corner of the
changing room. Sam, and all the other children started to strip for the
shower, when I realised to my amazement that the class was mixed! I had not
taken it in before, being just interested in Sam. There I was ideally
positioned to watch the 8 boys and 4 girls all strip off and shower,
together. Whilst I am Gay, I have to admit that prepubescent girls
sometimes can be a turn on too, especially those that look a bit boyish!

"We find that by not segregating the children there is much less horseplay,
and it allows them to see the healthy side of nudity!" Derek told me.

 Just then the PTI came in, stripped and joined the kids in the shower,
openly washing his impressive 'crown jewels' in front of the kids. Not one
showed any interest, in either each other or the teacher, though several
boys did chub up!

"There is a separate teachers shower and changing room, and when the
inspections are on we have to have segregated PT, but everyone still
showers, no exceptions!" Derek went on to explain, "Sadly the powers that
be would not see the advantages of our policy. No child, or parent has ever
complained, indeed when we have sports on at the weekends all of our teams
change in here, alongside parents of both genders!"

Sam returned and dried himself just as the PTI came over, "Jones, Dai
Jones" he said offering me his hand, which would put many a mechanical
digger to shame! "I hear you were RAMC?"

"Yes, Andy Wallington," I said, returning the introduction, "I did a couple
of tours of Afgan before I left."

"PTSD?" he asked simply.

"Yeah, lost a good few friends, it got to me in the end!" I shrugged,
feeling the emptiness washing over me.

"Well young Sam, I see your bits are healing nicely" Dai said turning to
Sam. He reached down and gently manipulated Sams foreskin and his half
empty scrotum.

"It's good to see that it is all back in working order!" he added as Sam
started to chub up.

Just then one of the boys, who had noticed the teachers attention to Sam
started to whistle the opening bars of `Colonel Bogey', which has also been
given some nasty words here in the UK;

"Hitler has only got one ball, the other is in the Albert Hall" referring
to the stories that Hitler did in fact loose one testicle during the First
World War.

Dai rose to his full height and barked out, in a voice that must have been
heard in the next county; "You, front and centre NOW!"

"You can start on 100 while you tell me what was wrong with what you did?"
he barked

The boy, still dripping wet and naked dropped to the floor and started to
do push ups but he slipped a couple of times on the wet floor. Some of the
other kids laughed at him slipping, I even had to bite my lip.

The teacher glared at them, "all of you, down and join him. I will not have
you laughing at someone else's misfortune".

To my surprise Sam also dropped and started to do push ups.

"No Sam, not you" The teacher said gently.

Sam carried on as he said " Sir... I.. laughed ... too.... and ... I
.. don't ... mind... about.. the.... song."

I was very impressed. Sam was already part of the team, he took it fairly
and joined in, even though he didn't have to.

After about 15 or 20 Dai blew his whistle and told them to stand up.

"Can anyone tell me why I punished Richard in the first place?"

They all raised their hands and he pointed at Richard to answer;

"Sir I was rude to Sam, and disrespectful to his er.. dad. in front of the
Headmaster Sir"

"So what do you think I should do about it then?" he asked the boy.

"Punish me Sir, with respect, seeing me stark naked trying to do push ups,
and slipping with my backside in the air would be enough to get a laugh
from almost anyone Sir. I sometimes make comments about others which at the
time seem funny to me, I would be just a bully if I could not take it when
the others find my bare butt funny!"

"Hmm very eloquent young man, you have a way with words, I want an essay of
at least 1000 words about Hitler's misfortunes during the First World War,
on my desk by Monday!"

"Yes Sir. Oh Please may I have a couple of days longer to research it Sir,
the Library PC is broken, and, as you know, we don't have internet at
home!"

Before anyone could answer him Sam said, "Dad, please could Richard come
round to our place this weekend, he could research it on my PC? You said I
could invite school friends round, Please?"

"If his parents don't mind, then sure" I said.

Dai Jones laughed and said, "Of course he can Andy, if he wants to, I'll
tell my wife, it will get him out of going to my Mother in Laws too!"

"Oh he's your son?" I asked stating the obvious.

"Yes, for my sins, he came as a result of R&R from Op Crescent Wind!
Cheeky, but honest and fair, even if he does like showing his cock off to
anyone who will look at it!" he said with a wink, drawing my eyes to the
boys rapidly growing erection.

"I pity anyone who gets spiked on that when he is older!" The proud father
commented.

"I see where he gets it from" was my cryptic reply, glancing at his
generously endowed father as the kids finished dressing.

"Sarah, go and wait in my office, I need to take Mr Wallington back to his
car before we go home! That's Sarah my daughter" he said to me in
explanation.

When dressed she could pass for a boy very easily, almost as cute as my Sam
I thought! "Don't worry Sam and I can walk up to the factory, I want to
talk to him about someone there" I said.

We all left, with Dai saying he would deliver Richard to our house at about
9am. Sam and I set off for the factory and I told him about my chat with
his dad. "He asked me to tell you that he is very sorry for what happened,
for all of it. I am going to be starting up a new company here, as well as
teaching at your school, I was going to ask your dad if he would like to
work for me in the stores and warehouse, but only if you say it's OK"

Sam burst into tears, and I thought for a moment I had opened old
wounds. "Dad, what did I do to deserve having a dad like you to look after
me? I don't hate my old dad, not now that I realise it was not his
fault. We talked about bereavement causing changes in behaviour in SRE**
class, and I think I understand what made him go like that. I don't think I
could trust him yet, but maybe he does need a chance?"

We soon arrived back at the industrial estate, just in time to see the
workers coming out. Several came over and asked Sam how he was getting on,
to listen to his replies you would think I was BFG, Walt Disney and
Superman rolled into one, but I think everyone was glad to see that he was
doing OK. I saw the boys biological father come out and then turn to go
back in when he saw us so I told Sam to go and fetch him. They came out
together, but not holding hands or anything, and Sam came straight back to
my side.

"Sam I am so very sorry for everything, I am seeing a doctor about it, and
he says that I will get better one day." He told the boy.

"I know Dad, I understand too. Perhaps you could come to tea, and bring
Lucy and Sharon, if it's OK with Andy?" he asked looking at me with
pleading eyes.

"I'd like that, but perhaps you should ask your doctor what he thinks?
Please get him to ring me next time you see him, OK?" I told the man, who
was shaking with fear and emotion. "Oh and I'd like you to consider coming
to work for me as my storeman. I'm opening an IT business in that building
over there, and need someone I can trust to look after things! I'd be able
to clear it with your current Boss, and indeed you wouldn't loose any of
the benefits that you have already earned, like your pension and so on as
Rogers Engineering will be dealing with payroll and so on."

I thought for a moment the man was going to collapse on me but he pulled
himself together, for his sons sake as he later told me, and said, "I won't
let you down Andy, I won't let you down, not you nor Sam nor my girls
either!"

As we walked to the car park we passed the bike shed where 2 of the other
workers were just putting a bike back together "We replaced the tyres and
fixed the damaged spokes for you. If you need anything just say the word!"
they told Sams dad.

As we got into my car Sam looked slyly at me, "Dad, the nurse said that you
need to massage the cream into my wounds for me over the weekend!"

"Did she now?" I asked with a grin, "Perhaps I should ask her to come and
do it for you over the weekend too?"

"I bet you can do it much better" was the quick fire reply.

"Perhaps Richard would like to help you out while you two research his
essay?" I taunted.

"Oh no, you will have to help HIM out, he won't have time with all the
writing he has to do!"

"We shall see!" was all I would say.