Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:15:15 -0400
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: Finally, chapter 18

Finally.
Part 18.

This story is still a work of fiction. Enough said. On with the show!

Authors notes: One, I wasn't around like I said in the last chapter for
parts of this and was, well, out of it for most of it, so this is a
reconstruction based on what I was told afterwards. I hope I came close to
how the people involved in my fucked up young life really felt, but I doubt
it!

Two, sorry guys, but there is no sex in this chapter due to the events
going on in my life at the time, but there will be in upcoming chapters, I
promise!

Questions, comments and suggestions to:
Kristiantrey@aol.com.


"Daddy, please don't cry."  Words torn from my tortured soul as I finally
woke to the sounds and sights of my beloved Dad crying over my hurt
body. "Daddy?"

"Christian, your awake! Thank god!" Daddy cried. "I thought I had lost you
forever, my young love."

"I love you, Daddy, I'm so sorry." More words torn from my hurting heart at
the sight of my distraught Daddy.

"I love you, too, Chris, don't you ever, ever forget it!"

It had been the week from hell for Scott and Rico and Danny. Kim--my mom
from New Hampshire--and her husband, Jay, too. A week right out of a
nightmare, with them not even knowing if I was dead or alive.

That horrible Sunday night, while I was in my own personal hell, after I
had thought I had lost my Danny forever-hell, I had hit the guy I love! I
was just as bad as THEM! --they were scared to death about what I might
have done or what those guys were doing to me as they waited for the cops
to get more information about me.  So as I was laying, so stoned and drunk
and just so out of it that I didn't give a shit about anything anymore,
they were praying I was ok and would come home to them, soon.. But even I
didn't know where I was by then except that I was at some crack house or
something somewhere in Tampa.

As my Dad and Rico and Danny and his uncle Dirk waited for the cops to
finish questioning Tye about my disappearance, they were all going nuts
worrying about me. They just didn't even know what to think. Or maybe they
thought way too clearly about what I might have done to myself in my own
stupidity.

Scott--my Dad--thought he had fucked up big time, as did my Danny. Of
course, they couldn't know that they really had just finally triggered my
own personal nightmares to come to life and that I was really not even in
my own mind any longer. It wasn't their fault I had so overreacted and
freaked out and let all that happen. Nor was it their fault I ran to Tye's
house and ended up drunk and stoned and, shit, I just wanted everything to
go away once and for all and for the pain and fear to just fucking stop!
But I can't change what happened anymore than they can change what they had
done, or not done, as the case may be. Whatever!

My Daddy was facing the real fear that I was lost with god knew who and
doing who knew what with some unknown drug users or worse in Tampa. Rico
had to stop Dad from just driving to the city and wandering around looking
for me. He knew that the cops were all working on finding me and they just
had to wait, no matter how much they hurt or how afraid they were of losing
me.

Rico spent that night and the most of the next week just trying to keep his
Scott from losing it completely, as well of course as supporting Danny, who
was lost in his own private hell. My Rico did just that, keeping the two
men I love more than anything from going over the edge.

Even when the cops told them that they had found the glass with my
fingerprints on it that was still partly full of rum and Coke and a vast
mixture of illegal street drugs. Dad would have killed Tye then and there
if they had let him. But the cops had hauled his nigger ass off to
jail--mostly for his own protection!

After they squeezed all the info they could out of my black friend, they
hustled him out of the county as quick as they could--the county Sheriff
knew that both Rico and Scott had way too many friends on the local police
force and at the county jail and that Tye's black ass would be dead if they
didn't move him out real quick.

By Monday morning, Scott was facing both the reality that his Chris was
gone and that he may not ever see his beloved young son again and the fact
he couldn't put off calling Chris' mom Kim back up north and telling
her. Her scared, startled answer to the information about her son, her
shaky reply, and her husband Jay's coming to the phone to get the rest of
the story from Scott, made him realize how bad this situation really was.

Mom and my step-Dad Jay flew down that Monday night on the first flight
they could get. They joined my Dad and his guy Rico and my Danny in their
painful, terrified wait. Waiting for the cops to find me or me to come out
from wherever I was. Hoping and praying that they wouldn't find my dead
body someplace.

My mom was surprisingly steady when she and Dad talked about what had
happened in person. She told Scott that he wasn't to blame and neither was
Danny, that their timing had been just off and that she knew that what had
happened had triggered something far worse for me.

"Kim, what the hell are you talking about?" Dad asked her. "What do you
know that your not telling me?"

"Scott, more than you want to know." She told them. "Something I have been
praying really didn't happen, but from what Chris told Danny and those
little hints that have been coming from our son, I'm terrified that I was
wrong. Damn it all to hell!"

Mom swearing was almost as shocking to Dad and Jay as was what she
said. Though not anything near as bad as what my mom went on to tell Dad
and Rico and Danny. Jay of course already knew what she was going to
say. He hurt for her and me and Dad and everyone. As a cop himself he knew
that what was going on was really bad, both from how I reacted and that I
was now nowhere to be found.

"Scott, guys, my ex-husband Mike is in jail. His older brother Mark and
Mark's son Tommy too." Mom told them.  "Tommy's new wife caught him...oh
shit, this is so disgusting...screwing his own 6 year old son."

"What?" Dad almost shouted. "He did what?"

"It gets worse." Jay continued as Kim had to stop and get a hold of herself
as she was so upset just thinking of her bastard ex-husband and what he
might have done to her son--me! "Lots worse."

He went on to tell them that the cops had of course taken Tommy's computer
into custody and that they had found pictures and videos of him doing his
son as well of Mark and Mike, mom's ex-husband, my ex step-dad, doing that
poor kid. And lots more, pictures of them doing other kids too. But none of
me--that was long before digital cameras were affordable or popular.

"From everything we now know, it looks like Chris was one of their victims
too." Jay told them. "We know they hurt more kids than we have pictures or
videos of, but I think Chris might have been the first of them--and the
youngest."

"Shit. I knew he was hiding something." Dad quietly said. "I just knew
something was wrong, but I could never get him to talk about it."

"Me neither. He would never talk about a lot of stuff." Danny agreed. "He
just got this hurt, lost look that broke my heart."

"Si, he would never talk to me either." Rico sadly said. "I tried to get
him to tell me but he always sounded so damn scared."

That conversation was late Monday night, after my mom, Kim, and step Dad,
Jay, had flown into town. They all agreed that it was more important to
focus on finding me than dwell on the past. That they couldn't change or do
anything about. But they all knew that until I was found, they couldn't
really do anything more.

The only thing that kept my Dad from even thinking about what he planned on
doing to my ex-step-father and his brother and nephew was the fact that
they were in prison now and would be for many years to come. Like for 100
years or so, from the prison sentences they had got for both having kiddy
porn and for making their own! And my Dad knew what the other prisoners do
to inmates that are in for child abuse.

Danny just tried to keep himself together during this whole nightmare, for
both himself and me and for Dad and Rico. He later told me how he cried
himself to sleep every night, holding my Midnight tight to him, until I was
found, but that he tried to stay calm and help Daddy out. My Danny knew
that my Dad was close to losing it himself, and he just didn't want to add
his troubles on to Dad or Rico or my mom.

The rest of the week dragged by, with Dad and Rico and my Danny and my mom
and new step Dad growing more depressed and scared each day. Still no sign
of me, though the cops were on the hunt. Looking every damn place they
could think of. Of course, Dad and mom had offered a reward to find me--and
Dad's boss at the security company tripled the amount of cash! And he had
his own staff out there looking, too.

Rico was trying his best to keep my Dad from just going out of his mind
from worry. He of course had been part of the search since he knew me so
well. As were many of his police buddy's: so many volunteered in their time
off to look for me that he lost count. Rico hoped and prayed that between
them all looking, someone would find me--his more or less adopted son.

Late that Thursday night at home, Dad and Rico were working out in the
garage on the exercise equipment there. Danny was asleep. They were
sweating and straining as they worked off their fear and anxiety.

"Fuck, that hurt!" Dad moaned as he hurt his tensed up back muscles as he
lifted. "Shit, I guess I better be more careful."

"Si, Scott. You take in easy, my love." Rico replied. "Don't hurt yourself,
your too damn tense to be lifting, handsome husband of mine."

Dad put the weights he had been lifting down on the floor and stretched his
sweaty body out on the weight bench. Rico got behind him and rubbed his
sore, aching muscles. The strong Hispanic cop dug his fingers into Dad's
tense flesh. Trying to get his guy to relax. Scott closed his eyes and just
felt his own guy's strong hands work his sore muscles.

Rico rubbed his man's aching body. Strong fingers on hurting flesh. Both
sat on the weight bench, Rico behind Dad. Both guy's sweat-soaked,
shirtless bodies close. Rico's smooth, muscular chest soon pressed to Dad's
warm body, his lips replacing his fingers on his man's now-somewhat more
relaxed shoulders. Scott sighed and snuggled back against his guy.

Soon both men were face to face, sitting on that sweaty, sticky weight
bench, lips locked to each other. Rico holding Scott tight in his strong
arms. Both rock-hard in their old, worn gym shorts, despite everything they
had both been through this week. Both so much in love with each that even
with everything I had done and put them through, they still wanted each
other. Maybe more now than ever.

"Scott, we don't have too do anything beside this." Rico quietly whispered
to his lover. "I just want to be here for you, my love."

"I need you, Rico. Need you to be part of me." Dad moaned. "To be inside me
and make me feel something besides all this shit. Please, my handsome
love?"

Like me, Rico would never say 'no' to his man. Also like me, my hot
handsome, sexy, strong, Hispanic police Daddy had had his own share of shit
and abuse as a kid, though no where near as bad as was what I went through
my at the hands of my evil ex-step father and his family. And even more
like me, he loved my Dad more than anything in the world.

Rico answered Dad with a hot kiss. His tongue snaking down Daddy's throat
as Rico's strong body pushed Dad onto his back. The Hispanic stud kissed
his white-skinned, dark haired, handsome guy until they were both wrapped
tight in the other's arms. Then he kissed his guy on the neck, licking and
biting his way down my Daddy's sexy, strong body. Tasting sweat and fear
and pain and anxiety and driving those emotions away for Scott, at least
for this one moment.

Dad growled as Rico bit his hot nipples. Rico's teeth hurt but also felt
great--and even better, drove out any other thought from Dad's head. He bit
hard, then attacked the other waiting nip, making Scott squirm and
moan. Then he bit the tender flesh harder, grinding that hot, angry, pink
nipple until Scott's whole body shook.

Now on his knees beside Scott, who was still lying prone on the weight
bench, Rico kissed, licked and bit his way down the rest of his guy's
sweat-soaked, emotion-racked body. One strong arm held Dad's head tight as
the other more or less ripped those old gym shorts off of him. Scott's face
buried in Rico's dank, hot, lightly-furred sweaty armpit.

Scott almost jumped off the weight bench when Rico swallowed his leaking,
throbbing, nine inches of hot and needy dick to his musky balls. The hot
spic cop deep-throated his guy until Scott was groaning, moaning, shaking,
and finally, shooting a hot load of man cum into Rico's hungry mouth.

They 'snowballed' (thanks for that bit of info, guys!), swapping Daddy's
spunk back and forth as they kissed. Scott's wet tongue licking the sticky
stuff off of Rico's own. Loving the taste of the hot spunk they shared.

"I love you, Scott." Rico whispered.

"I love you too, Rico." Scott answered. "Thanks for being part of my life
and being here for me."

"For you, my love, anything."

"Anything?" Dad asked with what had to be his first smile since
Sunday. "Anything?"

"What do you want, my love?" Rico knew Scott wanted something, needed
something. Had to have it or maybe go crazy. "I'm all yours, my love."

Scott's midnight black, tear-stained eyes looked deep into those of the man
he loved. He knew that without Rico here this week he would have lost
it. Would have killed that bastard Tye or been on his way to find his son's
abusers. To rip them apart with his bare hands. His body shook at the
thought of what those three had done to his beloved young son.

"Fuck me!" Scott moaned. "Rico, fuck the shit out of me! Make me
forget...make me feel something besides..."

Rico knew what his guy wanted. Needed. Had to have to. To know he could
feel more than just the agony that was tearing apart his naked soul. His
own look deep into Scott's midnight black, pain filled eyes told him that.

So the hot Hispanic cop didn't even pause. Not even long enough to rip off
Scott's sweaty jock strap. His own dick, hard and wet and needing to be
inside his guy almost as much as Scott wanted it. Kicking his own worn old
gym shorts to the floor, fishing out his leaking dick for his own used
jock, and then lining it up to Scott's waiting butt, pausing for a second
to spit on the huge head of his almost nine inch, super thick, uncut
Hispanic dick, Rico rammed in deep.

One ass-ripping slam deep into his guy. One loud yell from Scott at the
un-lubed invader tearing into his unprepared ass. One violent stab of pain
as Rico fucked the fear and anxiety and terror out of his man. Pain and
lust and love overwhelming both. Scott's pain from his thoughts of his
son. And from his ass. Rico's from his own thoughts about young Chris and
about what his lover was going through.

Lust and love for each other, overtaking the other pain and terror and
shoving it further and further away with each powerful thrust of Rico's
strong, muscular body. Driving all the other shit away as Rico bottomed out
in his guy.

Hot, sweaty, almost violent in their need for each other. The two became
one, two male bodies connected by their needs and their love. The force of
their bonding almost shattering the steel weight bench under them. As one
they groaned, moaned, snarled, growled, shook, shuttered and finally,
exploded.

Rico's hot dick tore even deeper into Scott as he seeded his guy's hot
body, breeding his man with his sticky sperm. Scott's own spunk exploding
between them, to mix with the sweat from their joining and coat their
heaving flesh.  Both now together as one, from tonight until forever.

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Friday morning. Over a breakfast of little more than hot coffee. Scott and
Rico and Danny and Kim and Jay all talking about anything besides what was
really going through their heads. Mostly talking about the other `surprise'
that dad had been waiting to tell me and my Danny. About the new house that
he had bought us right up the street.

Ok, he was still in the middle of buying it. It seemed like it was taking
forever before our trip to the east coast. Of course, now that he was back
and busy--to say the least--with me and my shit, everything was ready to
go. Life just sucks sometimes.

Danny was excited to hear about the bigger house. He and I would have two
bedrooms with our own bath between them. Dad said we could use one as a
study or den and the other as our bedroom. He even mentioned how private
the pool area was. Private enough for nude swimming or naked pool parties
even.

Of course, talk about the house turned to tears as they all thought that I
might not be there to enjoy it. As Danny sobbed at the thought, Dad held
him tight and whispered to him that no matter what, he still thought of my
Danny as his own son and that he would always be welcome and wanted and
part of the family.

That scene was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Rico answered it
and led police Captain Bob and Officer Wade into the kitchen. Both had that
look of bad news on their handsome faces. Both cops tense and wary and not
knowing how to say what they had come to tell my family.

"Scott,. Kim, guys." Captain Bob started. "We have some news to tell you."

"We found Chris." Officer Wade told them.

"And?" Scott's pain-filled reply.

"They found him lying on a bus-stop bench. Unconscious and...hurt." Wade
didn't really even know how to begin to tell them about how badly I was
hurt. Nor about the sexual abuse I had been through, even considering he
knew--and had enjoyed--that I ain't no damn virgin. "He's at Tampa General
Hospital."

"How bad?" Dad's harsh voice asked.

"Bad." Was all Captain Bob could say. "We have a ride coming to take you
all over there, guys. You get ready, it will be here in a few minutes."

They got to the hospital just before my badly injured body was taken into
surgery. That baseball bat which they had used to rape my ass had done a
lot of damage. I was still bleeding and actually torn apart in there. So I
was headed to the O.R. for surgery.

But the 5 of them got to see me first. Of course, they were all horrified
by how I looked. The scars from that knife, the bruised flesh, how fucking
thin I looked, just shook them. But at least I was alive!

Surgery and recovery went well. It was more stressful to them than to my
torn body from what they and the doctors later told me. Then the long
fucking wait until I woke up. Not from the injuries or surgeries to my
body, but from all the damn drugs that had been given me, injected into my
young, tender flesh by those sick perverts.

Time went by in a flash, until it had been almost one full week since I was
gone. Almost to the hour, that hour I had run away and found a living hell
that matched my own inner pain, as I lay there under my beloved Daddy's
watchful, tearful gaze, until I woke to his sobs.

"Daddy, can you ever forgive me?" I asked him. "I didn't mean or want to
hurt you."

"Son, can you forgive me?" His unsteady reply. "Chris, we know why you did
what you did. I just wish you had told me. Had talked to me about what you
went through as a kid, my young love."

"You know?" I asked. "How do you know? I never ever told anyone. I
couldn't. Daddy, you didn't go and...hurt them, did you?"

"Chris, your ex step father and his brother and nephew are in prison, for
doing to another boy what they did to you. They did...uh, hurt you, Chris?"

"Prison?" I almost smiled at that. Then thought of the boy who they had
hurt after me. I never had thought of that, that by keeping my mouth shut
they might hurt other kids? That though almost made me sick. "Daddy, I
sorry. I'm bad. I should have told you. I didn't mean to let them hurt
anyone else!"

"Christian Henry Trey! It is not and never was nor could it ever be YOUR
fault!" Daddy almost yelled at me. "Understand? You were hurt, abused, god
knows what, as a little boy. No one could expect that you could even deal
with it, let alone look out for others or think what those perverts could
or would do!"

"Chris, honey." My Danny said as he and Rico came into the hospital
room. "Your awake! I love you so much. And your dad is right. They did
horrible things to you, didn't they?"

"Yes, Danny. They were so cruel and mean and they hurt me so bad..." I
trailed off, in tears again. "I love you, Danny. I'm so sorry about all
this. Love you too, Rico."

"And after all that, you are worried about some other boy?" My Danny smiled
as he said that. "Chris, that just shows how wonderful you are! No kid
could deal with what you did, then go and worry about them hurting
others. I know I couldn't if that had happened to me."

"Si, me neither."  Rico agreed. "Christian, my love, I am so happy your
awake and talking to us. Right now you just have to get better. Don't worry
your pretty blond head over anything else, Si?"

Hugs, kisses, cuddles all around. Rico was right, I knew I had a lot of
shit to go through still. But I could do it. If they still loved me and
wanted me--and my Danny and my Daddy and my Rico showed me that--then
everything else could wait. And I could be happy and feel safe for the
first time in my whole life, knowing that THEY were in prison forever and
that I was loved and wanted and needed--and safe at last!