Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 00:39:53 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: Samuel Part 4

Samuel

Part 4. Can things get any worse?

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? Having said all that I have to make it
clear that Richard and Sam are very real, and that they had no small part
(pun intended) in this story, from conception to end product. Some of the
things you will read about are things that they only opened up to me about
many years after it all started!

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!

Please feel free to email me your comments. Thanks for the comments so far,
please keep them Cumming! Part 3 brought some interesting comments, to TC
from Birmingham, if you don't want to read about Man Boy sex, why log into
Nifty Adult Youth Section! To those who enjoyed the very mild foray into
S&M, I can assure you that Richard and Sam, have become more and more into
it, to the extent that now, with both well over 21(!!) they go and do their
own thing whenever Dad is not up to it! To those who were repulsed by the
S&M, I can assure you that at that age there was nothing the boys wanted
more than to flex certain muscles, and have TOTAL domination over me, and
other much older people. Boys WILL be boys, as the saying goes, some boys
like to play on an Xbox all day, some like to play around with girls,
(yuck!) {Sams comment to that} and some like to explore the sexual side of
the male body. Some are lucky enough to be able to do it in a safe, and
caring environment, some, sadly, end up in and abusive environment. To
quote Sam, when a shrink dared to ask him why he slept with men, "Trust me,
ONLY a guy can know just how to make another guy feel good!"



"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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From Part 3;

"Oh he wants it alright, he's still got my toothbrush up his arse!" Sam
laughed.

Richard turned bright red and felt behind himself, "Oh God Sam, I'm sorry,
I'll buy you a new one" he said as he pulled the offending object out
before wrapping it in the used undies that had been in my mouth.

"Mmm now they will taste of both of us next time we gag Andy with them!"
Sam drooled.

"Who said anything about doing it again?" I asked.

"We did!" the boys chorused.



Part 4. Can Things Get Any Worse?



We went back down to the lounge to watch some normal TV, eventually
selecting an old black and white Western and the boys, still buck naked,
settled down to watch, wrapped in a blanket. I went to the kitchen to make
some light refreshments, it seemed ages since Dinner and I for one was
starving and I had no doubt that 2 (almost) teen boys would be ready to
empty my larder for me.

On the way back I passed the front door and found the note that Roy had
poked through the letterbox;

'Andy, I got a biopsy done on Sams testicle, he had testicular cancer in
it, it was lucky that his dad did what he did, we would not have found the
cancer so soon otherwise. I have arranged for him to see a friend of mine,
a Consultant Oncologist.



 He'll have to go private, but I'm sure we can sort that out later. Call me
before you say anything.

Roy'

I dumped the snacks on a side table and told the boys I needed the bathroom
before rushing upstairs to call Roy. "What does this all mean Roy? Is his
other nut going to be OK?" I gasped as soon as Roy answered.

"Only the Oncologist will be able to tell us that, but he told me that the
chances are we may well have caught it in time. In the meantime don't go
fretting, there is nothing that we can do without seeing the doctor, he
will do tests and then we will know further."

After the call was over I sat on my bed and I wept, "FUCK!" I shouted,
forgetting the boys downstairs, "How can things go so right and then turn
so wrong?" I asked of the world. "GOD, what has this boy done to offend you
so? He is an innocent still, did your Son not say, 'Suffer Not the Children
to come unto ME, for they shall inherit the earth?' You let him be rescued
and then play this foul trick on him?" I wept into my pillow, not realising
that the boys had come up to see what the noise was about.

"What's the matter Uncle Andy?" Richard asked, placing his soft hand on my
sobbing shoulder.

Without thinking that Sam would also be there I blurted out, "It's Sam, the
testicle they removed was cancerous!"

"But surely if it's gone that has to be good Dad?" Sam asked.

"Oh GOD Sam, I'm sorry I didn't see..." I started as the two boys wrapped
themselves around me to comfort me.

"We have to get you to a specialist first thing Monday" I continued, "only
then will we know if it's going to be OK"

"Dad, even if I do lose the other ball, I don't care, as long as I'm with
you it'll be OK, please stop getting so worried about it."

Can you believe it, this kid has just been told he may have a life
threatening illness and he's comforting ME?

 We left the TV running downstairs and huddled together for a fitful, and
uneasy night. In the morning Sam convinced me to go to my appointment with
the builders while the 2 boys finished the essay, set as a punishment a
lifetime ago.

 At the building site I was greeted by the Architect and the master
builder. They guided me down the drive, which had been levelled and covered
in gravel. We rounded a corner and there it was, my Eco house, not
completely finished but already weather tight and generating power and
warmth. The architect took me to the pool, which had been added to the
plans after I bought the project, and showed me the changing rooms, to
which he had added a sauna, which was already on line as the sub-terrianian
heating system was up and running!

"I am ordering the water for the pool next week, we're bringing it in by
tanker as the Well may not cope with that amount of water in one go!"

"So when is completion date?" I asked,

"You should be OK to move in in 4 weeks, if you have got the furniture
sorted by then," the builder said, "We've got the kitchen here, and will be
fitting it next week. I've got some samples and photos from the natural
wood furniture place I told you about if you'd come and see?"

As we went to his office, now set up in MY new office, he asked, "How's
that cute little boy of yours, Sam isn't it?"

I burst into tears, causing looks of alarm from both builder and architect,
"He's just been diagnosed with testicular cancer, they removed one testicle
a couple of weeks ago and we've just been told he needs further tests. He's
suffered more than enough already, it's just not fair!" I sobbed.

He took a bottle of scotch from his drawer and poured me a stiff one,
"here!" he offered,

"No thanks I have to drive back to the boys as soon as we are done here!" I
refused.

"Yes, drink I'll drive you back and one of the lads will bring your
car. You're in no state to drive yourself!"

I took the whiskey and downed it in one, the fiery liquid burning in my
throat and he refilled my glass, while handing me some photos of
furniture. A couple of days before I had been talking about toys, hobbies
and interests with Sam and he had mentioned that before his mum died they
had been a family of railway nuts. He also said that he would love to have
his own model railway one day, but that they had never had the room. One of
the pictures the builder showed me was of a room that had been furnished
with railway themed items, a large Station clock on the wall and so
on. "Can you get them to do something on these lines for the family room?
Excuse the pun!" I asked, thinking how Sam might like it.

"Sure that for like a den, perhaps with a 60 inch and full theatre sound
system? I thought a light oak dining room and some Italian leather for the
lounge. Bedrooms I felt in a white wood, super King in the master bedroom"
he went on

"Super kings in all the bedrooms, except one of the guest rooms, twins in
there. Other than that I'll leave it up to you. Please just have it ready
in 4 weeks!" I closed the brochures and rose to leave.

He took my arm and led me to his car, holding his hand out for the keys to
mine. I passed the keys to him, and he passed them on to one of his
guys. The ride home was silent as the last 24 hours went rushing through my
head. As we got back to the cottage the boys rushed out, dressed just in
boxers, and from the tents in front I guessed that they had been messing
about.

"Boys will be boys!" the builder said to me,

"Sam, Richard, I thought I'd be seeing you up at my building site?" he
asked.

"No, dad said it's out of bounds" Sam said a bit disgruntled, "Why did you
drive Dad back, has that crappy 'pug ee ot' of his given up the ghost?"

"No cheeky, I had a drink, so Mr Travis drove me home. I thought you liked
my car, anyway?" I asked

"Yeah but Mr Thomas has a way nicer one!"

"Well I have to admire your taste, now inside both of you before you poke
somebodies eye out with those tent poles in your pants!"

Both boys made fucking motions as they ran back to the cottage.

"Ah to be young again!" Travis said looking lustfully after the two boys.

"Trust me, they will kill me soon if they don't calm down!" I said.

"If you ever need some help with them, just call, but not a word to my
wife, or the workers. I'm not out of the closet yet!"

"Your secret is safe with me, though I expect your wife knows, women
usually do!"

The worker parked my car in the drive and we shook hands and parted, "4
weeks!" I shouted as he left, he waved his hand.

"What's in 4 weeks Dad?" Sam asked,

"Wait and see" was all I would say, whereupon the boys set about me
tickling and groping until I had to shout "Andy, Andy, Andy", the 'safe
word' to get them to stop.

"Look, it's meant to be a surprise, the new house will be ready for us in
about 4 weeks!" I explained.

"Oh wow!" came the chorused reply, "Can we go and see it? Pleeease?"

"No. We all see it the day we move in, not before!"

The boys looked disappointed but I said, "how about a trip out after
lunch?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Where to?" they wanted to know.

"Well, it's a surprise, but pack your swim shorts!" I said.

"I don't have any" Sam said

"Mine are at home, but they are way too small" Richard added.

"OK then we'll take towels and buy shorts when we get there!" I said. Lunch
was fish finger sandwiches and ice cream which absorbed the alcohol that I
had been drinking and soon we set off for the Devon town of Seaton. The
boys kept asking where we were going but I told them nothing. We got to
Seaton and after a struggle I found a parking spot. Instead of heading for
the beach I led the boys up to the Seaton Terminus of the preserved
tramway. Both boys were very excited when they realised we were going to
ride the trams.

"My dad doesn't think things like this are worth spending money on, I've
always wanted to come here" Richard said.

"Last time I was here we came with my mum," Sam said with a bit of a tear
in his eye.

"Well then you can tell us all about it!" I said, trying to cheer him up.

(Authors note; for those of you who have never been, it is worth the trip
if you are in the south west of England, Sam, Richard and I had a fantastic
time there, and have been again several times!)

We rode up to Colyton on a 'Blackpool Style Open Boat tram' and after
looking round the shop there before the ride back on Llandudno & Colwyn Bay
Car Number 7 an open topped double decker. Back in Seaton we found a quaint
little mens wear shop, where the assistant was more than a little queer. He
started by offering the boys baggy, old fashioned mens swim shorts, the
kind my grand dad would wear.

"No way!" Sam said, "We want something that will make us look good!" he
said while grabbing his package, which was, as ever, hard to show the
salesman what he meant.

"Ah I think I have what you want, but I am not sure if Papa would approve?"
he asked looking at me as he held up the skimpiest flesh coloured speedo
type briefs I have ever seen.

The boys eyes lit up and both dropped their jeans and boxers right there in
the store. "Oh my!" the shopkeeper fluttered, "Oh my!"

I saw him look up at his CCTV to make sure that it was recording, he was
going to save this film for those lonely nights!

The speedos fit, of course, perfectly and if I had not known that they were
wearing something I would have said that they were both nude. "I wonder if
Seaton Beach is ready for these?"

"Oh Sir!" shop guy said, "We've been ready for these for ever!" I picked
out a Black speedo for myself, that was a little less skimpy, but still
showed off my package, and Shop guy swooned again as I too tried it on. I
noticed that there was more than one man looking through the window at the
floor show.

"You'll have to sell tickets next time we come in here!"

"You can CUM in here any time!" was his reply.

 The boys pulled their jeans back on over the trunks and I asked for the
bill.

"Bill Sir? Oh no I should be paying you!" he said.

"No, that would be prostitution!" I joked, as he blushed.

He followed us to the door saying if we needed anything else, he'd be more
than happy to fit us out, before locking the door behind us. I glanced back
and saw him remove the security tape and go to the back of the shop. We
went down to the stony beach, and the boys dropped their jeans and lost
their tops in a rush to get in the water. The reactions were mixed, some
people were horrified and others, guys mainly, were obviously staring at
the sight of two apparently naked pre-teens running to the water. The boys
played in the surf, and swam around splashing each other, while I changed,
under a towel, into my speedo. I was about to go into the water when the
wail of sirens heralded the arrival of 2 police cars on the promenade. I
had a nasty feeling but I continued to get ready to join the boys in the
water.

"He's the man, and the naked boys are down there!" a man screamed at the
cops. "It's disgusting I can't bring my family to the beach without being
exposed to paedophiles showing off their latest conquests to the world!"

"Thank you sir, we'll deal with it from here!" one of the cops said, then
turning to me, "I expect you heard that, someone called us to say that a
paedophile was allowing boys to expose themselves on the beach!"

"Well if you find them, do let me know please. I dislike child abusers!"

"The complainant was referring to you. I see children's clothes here, do
you have 2 boys with you?"

"Yes, they are in the water!" I answered.

"Perhaps you could point them out to me?"

"Sure it's the 2 boys near the break water, the one with the scars on his
back is my foster son, the other one is the son of a colleague who has had
to visit his sick mother-in-law! The complainant might need to get new
glasses, the boys are not naked, they are wearing beige swimsuits bought in
a menswear shop in town, we had forgotten ours when we came to the tram
museum, and the boys wanted a swim, that was all they had in the right
size!"

I waved the boys over, and for once they behaved themselves, and played the
`innocents'.

"I can see where the misunderstanding could arise, the trunks are flesh
coloured and from a distance they do look as if they are nude. However I
often see youngsters here who play naked, trouble is we have to react to
every call we get, when it is about children allegedly at risk!"  The
policeman offered his hand, and I shook it as he said. "I am very sorry to
have disturbed your day out!"

The accuser heard all of this and screamed "What you're going to let this
fucking pervert off with a handshake? Are you a fuckin pedo too?"

The cop turned and said "Sir if you don't moderate your language, and get a
grip of yourself I'll have to arrest you under section 5 of the public
order act!"

"Fuck you Cunt! I know the Chief Constable, I'll have you on a severe
reprimand for this! You'll be lucky if they let you man a school crossing
patrol!"

"Sir, please stop swearing, or I will be forced to arrest you!"

"What's your fucking number? I know the Chief Constable!"

"Sir the Chief Constable has many friends, but you still have to stop
swearing in a public place!"

"Yeah, that's your limit isn't it PIG, you can't arrest some fucking pedo,
but you can threaten an innocent bystander who does his civic duty and
reports a pervert! I should have fucking just kicked his fucking head in,
the filthy cunt"

Parents in ear shot were showing distress and horror at his outburst and
covering their childrens ears, as 2 of the policemen took the man to the
ground as he tried to resist arrest! As he hit the stony beach some blood
spurted up and he screamed. A roar of applause went up amongst the beach
goers.

The mans wife came over to me and I was ready for another verbal attack; "I
am so sorry, he has been increasingly nasty to other people recently, he
sees every single man with a boy as a paedophile!"

"It's not your fault madam," I said, "he should seek help though, I would
guess he might have been abused as a child, and he sees all men as abusers?
Please try to get him to talk to a doctor!"

"Thank you sir!" she said as she hugged me, "and I'm very sorry to you two
boys as well!"

"Thanks you!" they both said to her.

"Go on lads I'll join you in the water in a second!" I told them, and as
they scampered off I told the woman "The lad with the scars on his back is
my foster son, his Dad abused him when he came out to him, as gay, and he
has just been told this weekend that he has cancer! Today was meant to be a
day out to take his mind off things!"

"Oh I am very sorry about that, could you keep an eye on my kids for a
second while I speak to my husband?" She asked, and ran off behind the
arresting officers.

The children, a boy of about 6 and a girl, maybe 8, smiled at me and asked,
"May we go and play with your sons please?"

"No you had better wait until your mum gets back!" I said. Looking across
to the next family along, who had been horrified by the whole event I
indicated with my hands that I wanted someone else with me while the kids
were 'in my care', and the mother came over, soon to be joined by her
husband, and children. The children, slightly older than my 2 latest
charges came over and soon we were all playing 'I spy'. I heard a commotion
from the Promenade and looked up to see the woman take a swing at her
husband. The punch connected and he fell to the floor. One last officer who
was still on the beach came across to me "Do you know that woman?"

"No but she is the wife of the man arrested for a public order offence, she
left her kids here to talk to her husband!"

The cop called on his radio, and told me, "It's OK she has been cautioned,
her husband swore at her and she took a swing at him! Something about how
she and the children will get home tonight!"

"We have room in the car, just ask her to make sure she has a house key!" I
offered. The cop passed this on over his radio, and we saw one of the
officers give a big 'thumbs up' in reply. The mother returned to us, and
the children, thankfully, were unaware of what had gone on.

The children asked again if they might play in the water with Sam and
Richard, and the 2 from the other family also asked to join them. The
father from those 2 went down and they all played in the shallows while I
checked with the distraught woman where she needed to go to and it turned
out it was on our way home. I asked her to bring her things over to our
spot on the beach, while I had a quick swim. We all came out of the water,
and the kids started to change as a group, my boys leading the way,
dropping trunks and drying themselves off without false modesty. The other
children also all changed without fussing over hiding their bodies, and no
one said a word. I used a towel and had to give Sam a very long hard look
as he tried to whip my towel away from me.

We made our way up to the Prom and went to go to the car when the little
girl, Anja, asked her mum if they could have chips. The mother was about to
say yes when she realised that her husband had all the cash with him,
"Sorry, Dad has all my money, you can have something when we get home!"

"It's OK, I was going to treat my boys anyway, so let's all eat on the
prom!" I offered and steered the whole crowd towards the `chippy'. As we
walked in the chip shop owner looked at me and smiled in recognition,
"You're the unfortunate chap who had the police called out to you. I saw it
all, I thought the boys were naked too, that's why I walked down for a
better look!" he laughed.

"You missed your chance, when we all changed back we were all nuddy!" Sam
blurted out.

"Oh, I'll have to watch out for next time you're here!" he grinned. Then he
recognised the woman, "oh you smacked the gen...."

"Yes I was a little annoyed with my husband for talking to the police and
me like that!" she interrupted. "These are my children," she added,

"Oh sorry ma'am" the chip shop man said, "I didn't realise!  Here, to make
up for your bad experience here today, fish and chips for everyone, on the
house!"

The woman, Mrs Sheppard, and her children took their fish and chips out to
some seats, and we were about to follow when Sam whispered, loudly, to the
chip shop guy " If you go the menswear shop round the corner, and ask the
erm poofy guy in there for a look at todays security tapes, we tried on the
speedo trunks in there, I thought he was going to have a heart attack!"

"Oh I know old Godfrey well, he'll have saved copies for his home
entertainment! Perhaps he'll let me have a look too, if I tell him you sent
me!"

We went out and joined the Sheppards and watched the sun going down over
the cliffs to the west, and then we set off home. The 4 kids in the back
were tired out and before we left the lights of the town they were all
curled up together, fast asleep.

Mrs Sheppard and I spoke at length on the way home, about Sam, and his
history and Mr Sheppard and his venomous hate for others. All too soon we
were at her house and I helped untangle the kids and carry her 2 in. I left
her my phone number, making her promise to call if she needed any help. She
was in tears as I left, but I told her to seek help, marriage guidance, or
medical help.

All too soon we were home too and I had to wake my boys to get them out of
the car, and up to bed. It had been another eventful day!

I sent the boys up, expecting them both to go to Sams room, but when I got
up to my room, it was clear that they had both stripped off on the landing,
and landed straight in my bed! I gently climbed in, and soon the 3 of us
were spooned together in the sweetest of dreams!

I was woken before 7 in the morning as both my phones went off almost at
the same time. The first call was from one of the other businesses, an
industrial carpenters shop, they had had a DOS attack overnight and the
website that they needed for most of their on line business was down. I
promised to be in within the hour and then picked up the second call on
voice mail;

"Andy, I'm so sorry to trouble you, you said to call any time. My husband
has attacked a police officer who was bringing him some breakfast and is
looking at much more serious charges, they say he will be placed on
remand. Please can you call back, my number is..." just then the voice mail
recorder must have cut out. The number was withheld so I went to my PC, and
using some slightly 'grey' software that I have I was able to find the
number that had called me.

"Hello?"

"Ah Mrs Sheppard, it's Andy Wallington here, sorry I missed your call but
my work phone went off at the same time, and I took that call first. Now
what's all this about your husband?"

"It's Greg, he has lost it and attacked another police officer, scalded him
with his hot drink and wounded him with a plastic fork! I am so worried,
the mortgage is already months in arrears, yesterday was meant to be a last
fling before the bailiffs come!"

"I take it he is out of work?"

"Yes he hit his boss, and called one of his co-workers a pervert. The man
is trying to bring up 2 kids on his own, since his wife left him, my
husband thinks a man without a wife should not have kids!"

"Do you work?" I asked, an idea forming in my mind.

"Not any more, I used to be a PA to the MD of a large carpet manufacturers
near here, I left when the family came along. Why?"

"I assume you are computer literate and can type and so on?"

"And organise a diary, run a switchboard and more besides. I trained as a
teacher before that, but didn't like working with older children who were
not that much younger than me!"

"Look, I would need a CV and so on, but I am just opening an IT company
here, and I also help out at our local community run school. Would you like
to pop down and take a look?"

"But, .. well, .. erm.."

"I'll take that as a yes then!" I laughed.

"I have to warn you though, in theory your husband was not too far off the
mark with me, I am gay, and I love my son, in fact I love all kids! I am
NOT however a predatory paedophile."

"That was all too obvious seeing you yesterday, much more important kids
seem to adore you, I know my two have already asked me when they can see
you and the boys again!"

"I have to go and sort out one of the local firms right now, so if I send a
car for you, will you all 3 come here for Lunch?"

"You are too kind, I have to be honest, it was looking like toast for the
kids today, and nothing for me!" She admitted softly.

"I have an ulterior motive, could you cook Lunch for us? Tell me what you
need and it will be here waiting for you!"

"I'd love" to she laughed.

I made a note of her address, and she dictated a list of what to get so she
could make her special Roast Beef lunch and we hung up. I called the local
cab firm, who Paddy had recommended for any business needs, and asked them
to send a plain car round to collect the Shepards, stressing that she was
not to know that it was a hire car or a cab, the owner said he would send
his son in the Mercedes, the one he used for weddings and so on. Then I
woke the boys and warned them to be on their best behaviour, and why. They
offered to go to the local Tesco store to get the shopping and I gave Sam
my credit card and pin, warning him not to spend more than £50 on
themselves.

"Wow 50 Quid!" that's loads!

"Get a PlayStation game that the younger kids will be able to play, and if
there is enough get 2 more controllers too!"

I told them to call the cab company when they had got the shopping, and not
to take too long about it, as Mrs Sheppard would be over soon with the
children. As soon as the boys left for the shops I dashed off to the client
to see about the server. The MD was there waiting for me and he apologised
profusely for calling me out at a weekend.

"That's when things will go wrong, when no one is there, I'm used to it!"

"I hear you have young Richard Jones round there too, he's a smart kid,
knows what he wants, and it's usually in another guys pants too!" he
laughed.

"Yes, so I discovered!"

"You'll fit in just nicely here, we're a very tolerant community, though
abuse is another matter!"

"I have a simple rule, the boy(s) set the pace, and nothing that could
cause physical harm ever happens!"

"Are you just into boys, or older men too?" he asked.

"I'm into anyone, if the situation is right!" I answered with a smile. "I
was badly abused by an Uncle but was rescued by a man who, up to 5 years
ago, was my friend and mentor all my life. I shared his bed with him and
his grandchildren on more than one occasion!"

"We shall have to talk more over this one evening" he told me as he led me
to the IT department. "I want your new company to have keys to this part of
the factory." he added.

"Again we would need to talk about it, but as I will be employing other
staff too, I'm going to be quite busy at the school myself, I would prefer
if someone from here books us in and out. That way there can be no
temptations, no misunderstandings!"

"Good point!" he conceded.

My private cell phone buzzed and I was going to ignore it but he said "It
might be one of the boys, you'd better get it!"

I remembered that the boys were shopping so I picked the call up checking
the caller ID; "Hi Sam, what's up?"

"Wasssaaaa!" Sam replied, giggling, "I always wanted to do that when
someone said `What's up!' Dad, erm you know you said spend £50?"

"Yes... How much more?" I asked, knowing already that the boys wanted to
overspend.

"Well, we went to the Game shop and they had a second hand copy of `Rayman
4' for

£17.99, but it's only £22 new! The thing is it's a 4 player game and
we need 2 more controllers, they have one used one for £30 and a new one
for £45! That would be £93. Please may I have my pocket money early
to pay the difference, or the 2 of us could do some extra chores to pay you
back?"

"Thanks for asking, and offering to pay it back, you don't need to, just
get it all, but get the brand new game, in case there is any DLC in it!
Then hurry up and get the food shopping back, Mrs Sheppard is going to be
here soon, and she's got to have time to cook!"

"OK Dad, and thanks, we'll make it up to you!"

"There is nothing to make up to me boys, the game is for me too, when we've
got no guests!"

"Bye!"

I was left smiling at the thoughtful way the boys had asked, yes I was
indeed a lucky guy!

I turned my attentions to the IT problem, it was evident what had
happened. The DOS attack had overloaded his sales server, and caused it to
shut down, I noted that he was using a safe and secure credit card
handling, and with a clean sweep and reboot I soon had his system back
online. I explained that we would take steps to ensure that this could not
happen so easily again;

"You might want to get someone to double check that the stock levels match
the system record, and all sales that have been made in the last, say 5
days, need to be double checked too. It is possible that someone organised
the DOS to hide a large fraud, I've seen it before!"

"Thanks Andy! Here, as an extra 'Sunday Call-Out Bonus' have a bottle of my
own red, we grow it on my vineyard in the Bordeaux."

"Thanks, I've guests for Sunday Lunch, this will go well with roast beef!"

"Well you'd better get back, before the kids scoff all the Yorkshire
Puddings!" he smiled.

"Thanks".

Just then I noticed some cars under tarpaulins in one of the outbuildings
of the factory. From the low lines they looked like vintage roadsters.

"Oh you've noticed my collection of toys?" he asked.

"Yes, vintage roadsters?" I asked.

"Some vintage, some replica" he conceded, "I sold the Morgan to Derek just
a couple of months back. I have a replica just like it, a 2+2, it's for
sale if you're interested?"

"Interested? Of course, but until the house is sorted and paid for I'm on a
slightly tighter budget" I told him as he led me across. The car was
stunning, with a vintage number plate it looked just like the original.

"You'll have to have one you know, we all drive them here, all the Company
owners as well as a lot of the senior staff. We do a charity run to the
coast once a year, and a run to Santa's grotto at Christmas, plus we
organise a vintage and veteran vehicle rally in the school grounds to help
raise funds for the school every half term. You'll maybe not be involved in
this years rally, but next year you'll be in the thick of it!"

"Who organises it? I'd like to offer my help this year too!"

"Derek is co-ordinator, I'm seeing him this afternoon, may I tell him that
you are interested?"

"Please do!"

"Would you like to take the car out for the rest of the day?" he offered,

"Not today thanks, I've got guests, and 6 of us won't fit in!"

"OK, well the keys are always at reception here, I'll put you on the
authorised drivers list, and the insurance too!"

"Thanks again, I'd better get back, my guests will be wondering where I
am!"

I took one last longing look at the sports cars and got into the Peugeot
and drove home.

The house was alive with 4 kids paling and being kids, despite calls from
Mrs Sheppard for her offspring to slow down. As I came in the front door I
was attacked by 4 shouting laughing kids, all in underwear, and the boys
all 3 sporting boners in their shorts! Mrs Sheppard apologised for the lack
of clothes, she felt that it was better than getting drinks spilt all over
'Sunday Best'. I suspected that my 2 had taken no persuading, but I was
surprised that her children were so relaxed. The visitors clamoured for my
attention, and in the end I managed to get out of them that they were
thanking me for buying the game for them to play.

"We have to earn time on our video game" Ronnie, the little boy, told me,
but his mother and sister quickly 'shssh'd' him quiet. I was intrigued, but
I had an inkling that my earlier guess about the dad were right, he had
indeed something to hide!

The kids got back to Rayman and we adults went through to the kitchen. The
beef was in the oven and I could see that it was roasting away nicely. I
put the wine on the counter and asked if Mrs Sheppard liked red.

"Please call me Bev," she said, "Greg made me stop drinking alcohol. He
says it is a sign of irresponsible parenting!"

"Well, with due respect, hitting Police Officers, swearing and wasting
police time is not exactly what I would call 'Good Parenting' either! If
you would like glass then please, feel free. We're not on ceremony here,
and I find a glass never hurts, but it's up to you!"

"Oh go on then, I am wondering if I will return to Greg when this is all
over anyway. The way he treats the kids, and then shouts at others for
much...." she stopped, realising that she had said too much. I simply
raised an eyebrow.

Sam came out to the kitchen "Dad, please may I make desert?"

"Sure Sam," I answered, a little surprised as he had not shown any interest
in cooking before,

"My mum taught me to make a special Crumble, and today is a special day!"
he explained.

"I'm not sure if we have all the ingredients for a crumble" I told him
opening the fridge.

He pushed the door closed again and said, "erm well I did buy some extra
things, sorry I should have asked." he said, hanging his head.

"It's OK son. Thanks for thinking of us!"

Sam hushed us out of the kitchen while he made desert and we settled in the
family room, watching the other 3 kids play on the PlayStation. Anja
reached an achievement in the game and jumped up "Yesss!" she shouted,
knocking her glass of juice over on the carpet.

She burst into tears and came over to us, "I'm sorry Sir" she sobbed as she
turned and dropped her knickers, bending and holding her ankles.

"Anja! Stop right now. I don't spank anyone for spilling a drink, and I
would never spank a child in front of others! Is this what your father
would do?"

Both Anja and Bev were crying, I pulled up Anjas knickers and hugged
her. "Just how do you have to earn time to play games?" I asked Ronnie
sternly.

Before his mother could stop him he split the beans, "Dad makes us do
stuff" he sobbed, confirming what I already knew.

"By 'stuff' you mean he touches you in ways that they teach you about at
school?" I asked and the kids both nodded.

"Bev, we need to talk!" I said as Sam got a cloth and cleaned up the spilt
drink. I led her into my office room and sat her down. "If you go to the
police, as you ought to, the kids will be taken into care, at least until
you can prove that you had no part in any abuse."

She sighed and took off her cardigan and blouse. There were bruises and
marks all over her shoulders and back. "He does stuff to the kids, and then
beats me up to make sure I keep my trap shut! If we go to the police he has
pictures, where it looks like I am helping him.." she wailed, and then ran
to the bathroom, retching.

I left her for a few moments and then called, "Are you OK? Do you need
anything?"

"No, I'll just straighten myself up, don't want the kids to notice!" She
said.

I wished silently that Richard was not staying over, it could make things
complicated, but there we go, I invited Bev and the kids over, 'One Step at
a Time' I thought.

While Bev was out of the room I made a quick call to Paddy "Paddy, it's
Andy, sorry to disturb you but is this the only empty cottage in the
village?"

Paddy laughed, "Sounds like a line from Little Britain 'The only empty
Cottage in the village' "he said with a Welsh accent. "No, I have another
one just down the road, why?"

I quickly explained the background to Bev coming over, and that Greg would
be inside for a while, by the looks of things, plus the bailiffs visit due
for the following day.

"I'll be over after Lunch," he promised.

Bev came back, "Feeling better?" I asked.

"Yes, though I'm not sure what to do about the house!"

"Is it in joint names or just his" I asked, then seeing the look she gave
me added, "Tell me to mind my own business, but I'm trying to help."

"No, it's not that", she said, "The house is just in his name, the bank
accounts too. He controls everything!"

"We'll ring the police station and tell them that you need authority to
access his bank account while he is inside. We'll tell them that you need
to get food for the kids, there is no way he can say no with them there!"

"I'm not sure, I don't want to see him again." she hesitated.

"Look, the owner of this place has another cottage that is empty, we can
move all of your things over here today."

"How on earth am I going to pay for that?" she asked.

"Don't worry on that score, we'll sort things out later. Most important is
to get you away from him, and all he stands for!"

Just then Sam called, "the timer has gone off in the kitchen."

"Come on, brave face for the kids!" I ordered, taking her arm and guiding
her through. The kids had all pitched in and set the table.

"Anja and Ronnie wanted to eat separately, but I said we all eat at the
table here, was that right?" asked Sam a bit worried.

"No son, you were dead right. And we all dress to eat here, if someone
spills hot gravy on themselves it could burn!" I said with a laugh.

Sam and Richard grabbed their clothes and started to dress but Ronnie and
Anja just looked confused at their mum, "Come on you two, in Andys house we
go by his rules, it's like in Granmas' you used to have to only take your
shoes off!"

That made sense to the kids and they too dressed.

Dinner was fantastic, the roast as near to perfect as I have ever tried the
Yorkshires were light and fluffy, but also crispy.

Once we had cleared from the main Sam said "OK who likes Crumble?"

We all said yes, and he went into the kitchen and brought out plates and a
big tub of luxury vanilla ice. Then he went back and brought out a huge
Pyrex bowl with a steaming bubbling dish with a golden crumble topping and
sticky gooey patches where the juice had broken through. I could see
through the glass bowl that there was red fruit in the bowl.

Sam was about to dig in with a serving spoon but I said "Wait I want a
picture of that!" I took out my phone and shot a couple of the crumble, as
well as some of all of our guests around the table.

Sam then started to serve when Richard asked "What's in it Bro?"

"It's rhubarb and strawberry toffee crumble" he said.

A chorus of mmmmm's went round the table, everyone tried it, and with the
vanilla ice it was perfect!

The wine went down well too, Sam and Richard each sneaked a swig from my
glass, the younger kids had Ribena.

We had just started to clear away when there was a knock at the door. Bev
and the children looked very worried, as if people at the door were bad
news. I opened the door and asked Paddy in. I was about to introduce Bev to
Paddy when he said, "Bev? Bev Wilson?"

"Paddy? Noo! How did you find us here? It's Bev Sheppard now!" she asked,
clearly relieved that it was not more trouble.

"Sheppard? Surely not Greg? Tell me you didn't..." he broke off as he
realised that he had put his foot in it.

"Sam, please can you and Richard keep the youngsters busy on the
PlayStation, we'll all go out for a walk or something a bit later!" I
asked.

"Sure dad!"

We adults went into the study again and I outlined the whole situation,
including Gregs abuse of the kids as well as his current accommodation, and
the reasons he was there!

"OK Bev, we'll get my company van driver to run you home and load
everything you need while I get my lawyer to contact Devon police and force
access to the bank account."

"You can move into my other cottage for as long as you need it, the rent
will be a 'peppercorn' £1 a month and we can find you a suitable job
here."

"I wanted to ask Bev to be my PA, and run the office when I'm teaching" I
added.

"That sounds perfect!" Paddy beamed, "What do you say Bev?"

"I don't know what to say," she hesitated.

"You don't need to decide right now, let's get you away from there, and
into a safe environment first!" Paddy assured her, "now let me call my
lawyer, he owes me some favours, let's get this mess cleaned up!"

"Dr Ainstruther please!" Paddy said into his phone, "Tell him it's a mass
murderer wanting him to get him off because the police recorded the colour
of his eyes wrong!"

Bev and I looked horrified.

Paddy put his phone onto speaker "Paddy you thieving bastard!" came a broad
Scots accent. "You got some lassie into trouble and need a legal get out?"

"You're on speaker phone Jock" Paddy warned.

"Mr Rogers how may I help?" came the much more restrained reply, causing us
all to burst out laughing.

Paddy explained the very basics of the situation and asked if Bev is
entitled to demand access to the family bank account.

"I'm sure we can convince Mr Sheppard that it's in his interests to
comply. I'll ring ahead and find out who his brief is, maybe it's someone I
know, hopefully someone who will place the interests of the kids above that
of the client."

"I'll ring you as soon as I have more information, OK?"

"We're going to clear Mrs Sheppard's things from the family home, before
the bailiffs come tomorrow."

"OK, how did you get involved old chap?"

"Long story, but Bev and I were at school together, indeed her husband
too!"

"OK well I'll get on it. Could you email or fax me the full names and
account details?"

Bev shook her head at that, "I have nothing from the bank, no account
number or anything!"

"Would there be any bank statements at the house Ma'am?"

"Yes, of course! But I don't know how I'm going to pay you?"

"Anything I do for you that is not covered by Legal Aid I will do 'Pro
Bono' I just need a £1 retainer. Paddy is good for that, I'll take it as
paid. OK?"

We went back to the children who were, once more all in underwear. While
Paddy called his driver, explained the nature of the emergency though not
the details, we got the kids all ready for the trip to their house.

Shortly after Paddys company lorry pulled up, with 3 men in the cab, "We
were going to play soccer, so we all thought we could lend a hand with any
heavy stuff!"

Once again Bev started to cry "I can't pay......."

"Ma'am, no one said anything about paying us, if the boss says it's a
family emergency, and if Mr Wallington is involved then we're in for the
ride too! Folks around here look after their own!"

Paddy led Bev and her children to his Roller and we set off in convoy to
her house.

When we got there some of the neighbours were looking through curtains
curious about a Rolls Royce, a Peugeot and a 10.5 ton truck! One came out,
"Bev? What's going on?"

"Greg has been arrested, and I'm leaving him" she said,

"About time too!" was the neighbours comment.

"Can we help at all?" the neighbour asked.

"I'm not sure yet, though I have no doubt the 'workers' would enjoy a cup
of tea before too long?" I smiled.

"Here, let us take the kids off your hands" the neighbour offered,

"Not just yet, thanks I want them to select what toys and things they are
bringing with them!" Bev said.

We went into the house and did 'the grand tour'. One room was locked and
Bev said, slightly embarrassed, "we don't have a key for that, it's where
Greg... punished the kids." blushing and looking to the ground.

"The bailiffs are coming tomorrow anyway?" Paddy checked.

"Yes" she said.

Paddy promptly kicked the door in.

What we saw shocked me. "It's like a crime scene" I whispered,

"It IS a bloody crime scene!" Paddy said. He took a number of photos with
his phone, and then sent them to his lawyer, and then rang through to
explain. "This is where the bastard used to punish the family, if he comes
near me I'll top him, plain and simple, he's a dead man!"

I heard an exclamation from the other end of the phone "Don't touch a
thing, I want my private detective to secure evidence. Since you don't want
the police involved on this."

We closed the door and got on with the rest of the house, the kids didn't
have much, brand new school uniforms, "Greg insisted that the kids looked
perfect outwardly" Bev explained.

"Do any of the neighbours have kids in that school?" I asked

"Well yes, why?"

"Perhaps they can use the brand new uniforms? Ronnie and Anja will be
starting in our community school next week!" Paddy explained.

"New uniforms again, I'll never be able to afford it!"

"Bev, for once and for all, STOP WORRYING, things will sort themselves
out. Did you find and Bank statements?"

"Yes here" she said handing Paddy a sheaf of papers.

"May I Bev?" he asked before opening the papers.

"Of course!" she said.

"Phew!" Paddy whistled, "The local account is all but empty, but there is
another account, it's online, here Andy, can you get into that?"

Paddy handed me some papers and a notebook and a quick look gave me account
details and a password. I logged in but it refused me access, I was not
logging in from the authorised IP address. I went to Gregs study and found
a laptop. There was a password on the user account but I quickly bypassed
it and logged into the bank again.

"Phew indeed I said, showing the balance sheet to Paddy and Bev."

"£850,000? No that can't be ours!" she said.

Just then a Jaguar pulled up outside, and a huge ginger headed, moustached
guy leapt out and strode down the path, followed by a weasely looking guy
with a big camera, I almost laughed, he was just as the American TV
portrayed a private detective!  "Paddy, fatter than ever I see!" The lawyer
roared before offering me his hand, "Jock Ainstruther, spelt Ainstruther
but pronounced Ainster," he explained.

"Andy Wallington," I said, returning his firm grip.

"Ah yes, the IT man, we have some business to sort out regards the new
premises, but for now, where is Mrs Sheppard?"

Paddy took him in and introduced him, while the workmen and the children
continued loading the van.

We went to the study and Jock drew in a sharp breath, "Good God, this is
evil. This is a crime scene, we should call the police!" was his first
instinct.

"No, please no police, the children would not cope if they were put in
care, and you KNOW that's what would happen!"

"If you ask me, the best idea would be to make sure some of the other
in-mates where Mr Sheppard is staying got to see this. They would rip him
limb from limb for this shit!" I said, still disgusted at the pictures and
'trophies'.

"That would be so unethical" the lawyer said, "just up my street! As it
happens I have to see 2 other inmates there today, both of whom are looking
at life anyway, I'm sure that they would be more than happy to educate Mr
Sheppard!"

Just then the detective came in, and started taking pictures, both of the
pictures, implements and papers in the study. He shook his head, "this will
be one hell of a court case, are you sure the cops won't get uptight at us
getting here first?"

"No this will be dealt with privately!" Jock ordered.

We quickly went through the bank account details with him, and he accessed
his office from his laptop, bringing back a letter for Mr Sheppard to sign,
agreeing to give his wife access to his bank accounts. It was worded such
that only a lawyer would be likely to see that it included ALL his
accounts, and not just the empty local one that his wife knew of!

"I'll point out to him that if he refuses the police might be very
interested in information about the contents of this room" Jock said,
"Afterwards I'll accidently leave a second copy of the file I'm just about
to make about this room with the papers I have to leave with the other
prisoners I need to visit! You are quite clear on this Mrs Sheppard? He may
not come back out of jail? If you are going to get sentimental later we
can't go ahead with this!"

Bev simply closed the door to keep the workmen and the kids from seeing and
removed her dress. I had seen her back and arms, but dressed in just a slip
and bra the injuries were horrific!.

"Are there any marks on the children?"

"Oh no, he's very careful about that, he can beat them up without leaving a
single bruise, and he's proud of it!" she spat.

"May I photograph your back too Ma'am" the 'snoop' asked and she nodded.

Soon the van was loaded, everything of importance was loaded and I made my
tablet an authorised IP address for the secret bank account. I gave Bev the
notebook, and paperwork and we set off back home. The Lawyer promised to
call as soon as he had the papers signed and he too set off.

Back home Paddy guided us to the new cottage and we quickly unloaded
everything, with neighbours and work colleagues appearing as if by magic to
help. Teas and coffees also arrived without asking and soon Bev and the
kids were settled.

I was about to speak when Paddy said "Bev, I see you don't have a mobile,
here is one of my company ones, if you need anything I'm on speed dial, as
is Andy! (I hope that's OK mate?)" he added to me.

"Exactly what I was about to offer!" I said with a smile.

"Thank you all for everything, especially you Andy, without your help and
understanding none of this would have ever happened for us! Now please get
yourself back home with your wonderful boys, you've had a busy weekend!"

I hugged Bev, and the children, and whispered to each of them "It'll all be
OK from now on" before setting off back to our place.

There I found the light on the home phone blinking, another message!

I pressed the button and a voice started "Hello Mr Wallington, this is
Inspector John Buchannan of West Midlands Police. Please could you call me
back on the following number as a matter of great urgency?" It went on to
list a number for me to call. I pressed the stop button, "I've had enough
of Greg Sheppard and his shit for tonight, I'll call in the morning" I
said, almost to myself.

"No dad," Sam said, "Greg was held by Devon Police, West Midlands is where
Richards Nan lives!"

"Oh God yes, you're right!"

I quickly dialled the number given and asked for Insp. Buchannan.

"Inspector Buchannan"

"Andy Wallington here, you asked me to call, we've been out all day!"

"Are you temporary guardian to Richard Jones?" he asked formally.

"Yes, his parents left him with me while they visited his Nan in hospital"

"I regret to inform you that, while driving to the hospital Mr and Mrs
Jones and Mrs Eileen Davies, Mrs Jones's sister were involved in a Road
Traffic Collision!"

"Oh GOD NO!" I shouted, has this no end? How badly are they hurt?"

"The 2 women died on the scene, Mr Jones was flown to Queen Elizabeth
University Hospital Trauma Centre here in Birmingham, and is on the
extremely critical list. He is not expected to last the night sir."

"Oh no, what is to happen to the boy?"

"Mr Jones managed to dictate a last will and testament, he has requested
that you should take care of the boy, Richard Jones. I do know that all of
the families possessions are to be put into trust with you until the boy is
old enough..."

"Is there time for us to bring Richard up there?" I interrupted.

"No sir, Mr Jones was very clear about that, he does not want Richard to
see him like that. Will you be able to sort out local matters, such as
school and so on, or would you like a family liaison officer to visit?"

"I think we will be OK for now, but thanks!" I said placing the handset
down and trying hard not to break down.

I went into the lounge where the boys had stripped down to boxers and were
getting comfortable in front of the TV. I grabbed the remote and turned it
off, patting the couch either side of me, "Boys, please come and sit here!"

One look at me and Richard burst into tears; "What's happened? Has nan
died?"

"No son, she's still in hospital. Look there is no easy way to say this,
your mum and dad have had an accident, they had gone to fetch your Aunty
Eileen to see your gran and something happened."

"Are they OK?" he asked, but I could see in his face, he already knew the
answer.

"No son, your mum and Aunty died at the scene, your dad was airlifted to
hospital, but he might not make it, he did manage to give instructions,
asking that you should live here with us, and asking that you don't go to
the hospital, not yet. They would never allow anyone to visit him right now
anyway."

Just then the phone rang again, I had asked the police to pass on the
number to the hospital so I lifted the handset with a heavy heart. "Andy
Wallington"

"QEUH Trauma unit here, are you the guardia..."

"Yes I'm Richards guardian," I interrupted.

"I am sorry to have to inform you that Mrs Elizabeth Davies passed away
during her hip surgery."

"NO NOT HER TOO!" I shouted.

"NO, no, no, no, no!" and slammed the phone down. Tears flowing freely down
my cheeks. The boys too were crying buckets by now.

"I'm sorry son, your Nan didn't make it."

Richard just crumpled up into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

I speed dialled Paddy, "Sorry mate, I know you're not the village info
centre, but can you give me the name of a good GP? I need one here now for
Richard, his parents have had an accident and now his Nan has died too!"

"My wife and I are on the way!" he said and cut the call before I could
protest.

It seemed like hours before the Roller glided onto the drive, and I saw
through the window Paddy and a woman, presumably his wife, get out of the
car. They walked straight in, she was carrying a black bag and then I
realised, his wife IS the village GP!

"Andy, Annabelle, Anna- Andy!" he introduced.

I extricated myself from the still sobbing boys and took her into the
kitchen.

"Richards mum and aunty died in the RTC, his dad was cas evac'd to QEUH in
Brumm.

The hospital just rang to inform me, as I have been made his official
guardian, that his nan has also just passed while in theatre!"

"How much bad luck can a kid have in one night?" she asked, "how is he? Do
you want him to be sedated?"

"I'm not sure, he might prefer to be awake, at least until we hear for sure
about his dad!"

"OK, let me see him."

We went into the lounge and Anna introduced herself to the boys. "Hi I'm
Anna, who are you two strapping gents then?"

Paddy was about to reply but she waved him quiet, she wanted to speak to
the boys, to better assess their state.

"I'm Sam, Andys son" Sam said, she quickly raised a finger to sop him
speaking for Richard.

"And you?" she asked, gently stroking Richards shoulder.

"Richard, Richard Jones" he said and sobbed a little more.

"Richard, I'm a doctor, may I please take a look at you?"

I held my hand towards Sam, "come on Richard needs some privacy!"

Richard grabbed my hand and Sams leg, "NO I NEED you two, not drugs or
privacy, I need you!" he almost shouted, pulling me onto the couch with
them.

Paddy told his wife, "Anna, Andy was a combat medic, if you need him to
administer anything he can see to it!"

She turned to me "Andy, can I trust you not to do anything stupid?"

I looked at her, confused,

"I mean, if I leave some sedatives are you clear enough not to do anything
stupid with them?"

"Of course, I administered enough drugs in the field in Afghanistan, I can
look after my boys here!" I said a little hurt at what she implied.

"Sorry I had to be sure!" she said. "I'll leave you enough Temazepam for
all 3 of you for this evening, if you feel you need it, but if you do use
it Andy you must NOT drive tomorrow, no exceptions! I'll call in in the
morning to see you all!"

"I plan on going up to the school first thing, Dai wanted me to teach his
classes!" I protested.

"No way!" Paddy said, "I'm just about to ring Derek" he added, going
outside.

Just then the phone rang again,

Anna picked it up "Andy Wallingtons phone, Dr Rogers speaking!"

"Ah Jock, it's you, yes there's a problem here, I'll give you Andy!"

"Jock, please tell me some good news!"

"Sheppard has some nasty bruising, but the cell CCTV shows him head butting
the walls, he is going to be psyche assessed tomorrow. If he goes into the
general population I don't expect him to last long, the up side of that is,
his family will get compensation if anything happens to him inside! He
signed everything, in the presence of his own lawyer, who was already
partially aware of what had been going on at home, being aware and being
able to act are not always the same thing, before you comment! Mrs Sheppard
can empty the hidden account, he laughed at me and said that 'the fat slut
is welcome to all of it!'. I have a witnessed statement from his lawyer
too!"

"She could pay off the debts on the house and stay there, but my advice
would be to take the cash and run! Now what's all this at your place?"

"I'll text you later, it's not a good time to talk" I said, "or ring Paddy,
he's in the picture!"

"Thanks Andy"

"Jock" was all I said and hung up.

Paddy returned and assured me that Derek said, in no uncertain terms, to
stay at home. Just then his phone went.

"That'll be Jock, can you go outside and explain to him?" I said, pointing
to the boys.

Eventually we got rid of Paddy and his wife, I locked the sedatives away in
the bathroom cabinet and called the boys to bed.

"You guys want to sleep in your room tonight?" I asked hopefully

"No way!" said Richard, "tonight you FUCK me, and I mean FUCK, not make
love, I want to feel it, I want it to take away the other pain!"

"No son, I couldn't, I'd hate myself if I did that"

"You don't fucking understand do you? I'm not made of china, I won't break!
I NEED to feel mancock breeding me, I need to be a slut. If you won't do it
then I'll go out and find someone who will, but that's not what I want, it
has to be YOU, Tonight and HARD!" he shouted.

He got on his knees on the bed and Sam pushed me forwards, "Dad he means it
he needs your cock in him!" I knelt behind him as Sam slid under him and
took him in his mouth I lent forwards and started to rim the boy who was
racked with grief, still not sure that this was the right thing to do but
as he pushed back into me I realised this was what my boy needed tonight. I
really didn't want it. But the wishes of the boy are paramount!

As my two boys started a noisy 69 I lubed Richards sweet ass up and lined
up to penetrate. As soon as he felt my cock head pushing at the first door
he rammed himself back in one move, causing himself and me some serious
pain, then, like the drum beat on the ancient slave galleys he started to
grunt out a punishing rhythm, and I fucked him, like I had never fucked
before. This was not lovemaking, it was not sex, this was brutal primeval
domination of one man by another, and though it may have looked different,
Richard was the man in charge!