Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2008 10:53:58 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruelty to Children Part 11

Standard rules guys.

Two years ago I started writing for nifty and learnt from your comments.
Now STARbooks press have published my first book "The Gambler". To all of
you that took the trouble to email me, thank you, you kept me motivated and
some of you taught me to write better.

If you buy it let me know because I wrote two ending for it, a happy one
and a sad one. The publishers chose the sad one but I will send you the
last two chapters that contain the alternative ending. You know me, I love
happy endings.

				Chapter 11

			  I have Damaged Property

The decision that I knew I would have to make soon was put on a back burner
because the next day I had a monster problem to deal with.

It all started for me when I came in from work. I went to my bedroom to
change and could hear sobbing coming from Matt and Ryan's room. Of course I
shot in like a scalded cat to find Ryan lying on his bed with his clothes
all ripped and torn and blood on the back of his trousers. I took him in my
arms and tried to calm him down but it didn't have any effect at all, I
didn't keep the drugs I needed in the house and I didn't know what damage
if any had been done to him. I started to feel him all over trying to find
any injuries. When I got near his abdomen he screamed.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me."

Not a scream of pain but of anguish so I rolled him onto his back,
undressed his top half and removed his socks and shoes. Whatever was wrong
obviously centred on his abdomen. I undid his trousers to an increased
volume of sobbing. As I pulled them down I realised he had no underwear on
and the seat of his pants was soaked in blood. He started to scream again
but I ignored it and turned him over. A few bruises, some scratch marks, a
pair of butt cheeks that looked as though they had taken a spanking, but no
blood until I spread his legs. Then I knew without asking. My baby had been
raped, not just once judging by the state of his bottom. His anus was very
puffy, distended and badly split. My guess was that something quite large
had been inside him and he had been rough fucked with it. I could see no
lubrication except his blood. I rolled him over again gently and took him
in my arms .

"Please son, tell me what happened."

Nothing except an increased volume of tears. I didn't think there was any
chance I would be able to calm him so I left him on the bed and rang for an
ambulance and the police juvenile section. I asked for a police surgeon to
attend the hospital to examine a fourteen year old who had just been
multiply raped. I bundled Ryan up in a blanket, made him drink a little
water and waited. The ambulance was good, ten minutes and we were on the
way to hospital, and a drip in Ryan's arm was having a positive effect. I
couldn't believe my luck when I saw the duty children's doctor, Sam
Fitzgerald. He was in his seventies now and I hadn't seen him on duty since
the day I brought him Matt.

"Sam I am so pleased to see you. This boy is my son. I found him about a
half hour ago. I believe he has been multiply raped and at least one of the
bastards has an enormous penis or has used a large object. He has serious
injury to his anus."

Ryan was transferred to Sam's examination table and while I took his hand
and caressed his head and neck trying to calm him down Sam went to work. An
injection was the first thing which very quickly took effect and put him
out.

"We'll sort the physical first Jason and then you and my son can sort the
mental. Tell me all you know, you don't mind if I record it as we go do
you?"

"No Sam anything that helps is ok by me."

"Good, tell me everything."

So I did, from the time I heard the sobbing to the moment we entered Sam's
room. All the time I was talking Sam was working. I noticed he took about a
dozen swabs and sealed them for the Laboratory.

"There may be multiple sperms to analyse." Was all he said when he saw my
look.

When he stood back at the end of his examination he continued talking at
the recording machine detailing Ryan's injuries. I died a little with each
word.

"Anal passage badly split. Sphincter muscle probably damaged beyond repair,
meaning he will carry a catheter for the remainder of his life. Possible
damage to his large intestine, but a scan will be required for that to be
confirmed. My guess is something the size of a baseball bat was used and
inserted, probably about twelve inches."

 With the last comment I cried for my son. The mental damage was going to
be enormous.

The police surgeon had arrived before Sam finished and took his own notes
before saying a few comforting words to me and leaving.

Sam kept Ryan sedated until everything that could be done was completed and
he was tucked in to a bed in a private room.

I had talked to Matt and briefed him completely when he arrived at the
hospital. Of course he broke down as well and needed sedating. I now had
two sick boys. Matt would recover quickly because I knew his overriding
desire would be to help his little brother once the initial shock had worn
off. Ryan was another matter entirely; I had never handled anything as
extreme as this before. I was going to be consulting with Sam Jnr. quite
often I thought.

I gave a statement to the police but told them it would almost certainly be
a very long time before they would be able to question Ryan. The mental
trauma would preclude any police involvement with him for God knows how
long.

"I will record my sessions with him and let you have anything useful and
the lab may turn up some DNA you can use if you have any suspects."

Matt was put in an armchair on one side of Ryan's bed and I took one on the
other side. I watched both of my boys without a brake until Matt woke
up. The distressed look on his face told me how he felt. As soon as he saw
Ryan he broke down again and came round the bed throwing himself into my
arms.

"Please tell me he's going to be alright Jase, I'll die if he is
permanently damaged."

I tried to calm him down without lieing to him.

"We must be prepared for the worst Matt so that we can do what is best for
your brother. If it is better than the worst we will all be thankful, and
happier."

The scan had been a relief, there was no more internal injury than Sam had
confirmed. The only serious physical thing could be the sphincter muscle
but with surgery, a ton of luck and the fact that Ryan was young and
healthy that might heal as well.

"We can't do anything about that Jason until his anus has healed." Sam had
told me when he briefed me.

Matt calmed down and went back to his chair.

"I'm going to try to sleep a little Matt so that I am a little refreshed
when Ryan wakes. If you want to sleep again call me, I don't want him to
wake up all alone."

It was 0300 when Matt shook me. Ryan was awake and sobbing. I was on the
bed cuddling him before he knew it. Matt was the other side stroking his
cheek and talking softly to him. The obvious distress in the sobs was
tearing me apart. He did start to calm down and his first words were, "I'm
sorry Dad."

I had no idea what he was apologising for but no doubt I would find out. It
took Matt and I two hours to calm him down enough for him to go back to
sleep. I had told him one lie to help that.

"Am I going to be alright Dad? I hurt so much." was the question.

"Yes son you are going to be fine," was the lie I answered it with.

Matt wouldn't relinquish the bed, wrapping Ryan in his arms and cuddling
him for the remainder of the night. Both boys were still asleep when I woke
so I slipped out to the toilet to freshen myself up.

Sam Jnr. had been briefed by his father so he had turned up early to see if
I needed any help. We had a conference in his office with the outcome being
for us to adopt a wait and see attitude. Matt and I were to smother him
with love, not difficult, and try to get a name or description of any of
the assailants without causing more trauma.

When I got back to the room Ryan had turned over and buried his face in
Matt's chest. He was still being cuddled and when he heard the door he
looked up just enough to see me. He burst into tears again and appeared to
shrink, trying to hide from me. He obviously felt he was somehow to blame
for this and had let me down. I moved round the bed and sat stroking his
hair but he wouldn't look at me.

"I don't know what you think you have done wrong Baby, but I promise you I
am not going to be angry or blame you and I am going to love you more than
ever. Nothing you ever do will stop me loving you Ryan."

"But I asked for it." then silence.

Ryan didn't say another word in my presence for two days. I was going
crazy. Matt sat with him all day so that I could do a little work with my
other boys and both of us were with him all night, Matt in the same bed. He
talked to Matt a little bit and we had a name by the end of the second
day. Sam also had a lot of DNA samples.

"Jason, we think he was raped by at least six males. There is no evidence
that a foreign object entered him so we are looking for one male with an
enormous penis. That should be fun for the police. There is some more DNA
but the lab has been unable to separate it yet. The numbers could therefore
rise."

I was shattered, the trauma must have been horrendous. I was sure he would
be a basket case after all that but Matt appeared to be holding him
together. I just wished I could find out why he was unable to talk to me.

The name was a nickname, not terribly helpful, but at least it was
something. We also knew from the DNA that none of the males was older than
twenty. The police were the first people to make me smile again. The brief
I got from the detective leading the case was hilarious.

"What we are doing Doctor Daniels is co-opting the teenage sons of police
officers and involving them for rewards if they help, obviously in the
strictest confidence. They are to listen out for the nickname we have and
to be nosy in the sports changing rooms looking for a boy with an unusually
large appendage, with school out they are looking in the swimming pool
changing rooms as well. We may have to wait until school resumes to get a
break but we will try throughout the summer."

I laughed, it just struck me as so funny.

Ryan appeared to settle down a bit after a couple of days so I asked him if
he knew why the boys attacked him. He replied to me.

"It was my fault Dad, I asked for it."

He never said another word, not just to me, Matt as well.  He became almost
like a vegetable. Matt or me had to be with him 24/7. If we tried to leave
him alone, even for a minute he would start screaming. It became
increasingly difficult when Matt went back to college but I adjusted. He
sat quietly in a corner of my office when I was counselling any of my other
boys. He came with me for all my lectures, everywhere I went so did
Ryan. We showered together, we went to the toilet together, yeah that took
a major rethink on the word privacy. Sam had sessions with him, me present
of course. Matt hardly left his side when he was home from college, not
fair on Matt, but never a complaint. He slept with either or both of us
every night. I was pleased Matt had Kevin at home, and he told me his
roommate at college was gay and they had a relationship of convenience. Sex
and friendship but no long term commitment.

"Ryan and you are my lifelong commitment Dad. I want us to make love again
so much and the same with Ryan. Is he ever going to be whole again Jase?
You know how much I love him."

At the time he said that to me he was cuddling Ryan but I could see no
recognition in Ryan's eyes for the comment Matt had just made.

That first summer the police made no headway in their investigation but as
soon as school started again we got our first break. A sergeant's son heard
the nickname and after some sleuthing put a proper name to it. The police
held off but put the boy under surveillance. They wanted to see who his
cronies were. We knew now we were looking for eight boys or young men. My
poor baby had taken all of them to orgasm in his mutilated bottom.

Ryan underwent surgery towards the end of the summer. It was such
specialised work that the cost meant I would have to sell the apartment and
my Porsche and use quite a lot of my trust fund to pay the medical bills,
our insurance just didn't cover this eventuality. Mum and Dad said they
would sell their lovely home and move into a condo. They didn't need all
that space. I pleaded with them. They had bought the house before I was
born, both working extraordinary hours to pay for it. I couldn't let them
sell it. In the event we were all lucky. The surgeon was a friend of Sam
Jnr. and when he heard the story operated for free. The sphincter muscle
was repaired and plastic surgery restored Ryan's anus to the cute little
pink aureole it had been before, the large intestine returned to normal by
itself so nothing was required there. We were so lucky, physically he was
perfect again. If we could only make a break through psychologically we
would be over the moon but it didn't happen.

I worked myself into the ground almost. It didn't matter how many hours I
put in because all I had to do with Ryan was be there, wherever there
happened to be. He appeared to be content as long as he could see me or
Matt. He ate normally, slept normally, as long as he was cuddled by Matt or
me. He came to the Gym with me and worked hard, but like an automaton. He
didn't read, or study, or play games and he never went near other boys. His
eyes told me nothing about what activity if any was going on in his head.

I wept for my son often, if he saw it he never showed any reaction.

Just before thanksgiving the police pounced on twelve boys. They were all
DNA tested and four of them were released. A clean sweep for which they had
my eternal thanks. The trial was scheduled for early in the New Year, bail
was refused and the defendants were incarcerated in a secure juvenile
detention centre.

Christmas came and went, Matt and I put in as much effort as we could but
Ryan didn't even open his presents he spent the whole holiday just looking
at Matt and I. I doubted he even registered that my parents were there and
that both Sam and his father dropped in for a couple of hours on Christmas
day. I started being treated for depression and Matt started worrying about
both of us now instead of just Ryan. The spiral would accelerate as the
court date drew near.


The trauma continues.