Andrew's Misplaced Trust

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DO NOT EVER HURT A CHILD
The actions in this chapter are extreme and there is NO excuse for them.

Kerry had returned but was timidly approaching his dad. "Kerry, now!" Rob snapped and grabbed Kerry by the arm, dragging him out like a rag doll.

Andrew tried to go back to his room, but Kent grabbed him before he could get away. The men were wonding if they should leave.

"Guys, what are you doing? This boy wants to show you how well he takes it up the ass. Don I'm sure you want some of this, right Donny boy?"

"Um, it's OK, Kent. I don't know what just happened, but maybe we can do this another night." Don was worried and confused. Of course he couldn't wait to bury his cock in little Andrew's ass, but something was off.

"Don't worry, Rob's cock wouldn't get hard and he was just embarrassed. Andrew is ready to please you guys. You already know Andrew here has become quite the cock sucker, but he's also got himself one hot boy pussy." Kent grabbed Andrew and forced him to his knees, holding him with one hand while stroked his cock with the other, and pushed his hard cock into Andrew's mouth. He shoved it in so hard and fast that it went down Andrew's throat with no warning.

You could hear Andrew gag. It sounded like he was barfing with his daddy's cock down his throat. Andrew was scared. His daddy never acted this aggressively. He could taste vomit in his mouth as his daddy pumped his cock in and out of Andrew's mouth. "Show them, boy. Get daddy's cock ready to fill your little boy cunt."

Andrew had always loved pleasing the men, but he didn't know what was coming over his daddy. Andrew was afraid his daddy would become more aggressive, so he made the show what his daddy wanted. Andrew smiled as he sucked on Kent. "Mmmmm" Andrew moaned, around the cock being forced into his mouth.

Paul started laughing, "He does look like he's enjoying it. Shit, I'd love to take his pussy." He said.

Kent grabbed Andrew's head and pulled him up. "Go take care of Paul." He barked as he shoved him at Paul.

Andrew spit out a mix of blood and vomit as he went over to Paul. He was happy to be away from his daddy.

"Maybe we should stop." Gus said, realizing Kent was getting a bit aggressive.

"Look, he's loving it." Kent insisted.

As Andrew stumbled over to Paul, he looked him in the face and smiled. "Let me take care of that for you, Paul!" He started rubbing Paul's leaking cock. "Oh, Paul, feed me your cock. I want to get it ready for you to fill my ass and leave your cum deep inside me." Paul's cock bounced up and hit Andrew in the nose, leaving a line of pre cum from his nose over to the head of Paul's cock. "Mmmm, this looks yummy!" As if the recent events were erased, Andrew was really turned on now. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. He forgot about his dad's actions as he went to town on Paul. Paul was in heaven as Andrew's tongue lapped up the pre cum as he licked around the head. He sucked down Paul's cock and even had part of it down his throat. Paul's cock was leaking so much it cleared the vomit and blood taste from Andrew's mouth.

"Damn, that's hot!" Don said. He was more comfortable now. He thought that maybe Kent was right about Rob being embarrassed.

Andrew was swallowing Paul's cock down his throat, which ended up causing him to shoot deep into Andrew's throat. Andrew pulled off and said, "Wrong end, Paul. But you shot so hard it may have made it to my ass!"

Kent was still being obnoxious and reached over and grabbed Andrew by the hair. Andrew yelped in pain. "Get the fuck up and get over to Don." Andrew was nearly lifted off his feet by his hair. Paul was finished, and Gus didn't like the way Kent was acting, so they grabbed their clothes and went out the door.

Andrew was crying from the pain caused by his daddy lifting him by the hair, but he quickly got to work on Don. He always liked sucking on Don. Don was already holding his cock and stroking it, so Andrew just pushed Don's hand aside and went to town licking and sucking on him. "Andrew, are you sure?"

"Mmmmph" was all Andrew could get out.

Don was squealing like he had never felt anything so good as Andrew once again began swallowing on the man's cock trying to get it in his throat. Before Don could shoot, Kent grabbed Andrew by the shoulders, threw him up on the table, and pushed his legs up.

"Don, take my boy's ass. You've wanted it ever since we met you. I've broken him in. Go for it. I'll take the sloppy seconds tonight. You go first." Kent insisted. Andrew was more than happy to take it. Even though his daddy was being rough, he wanted Don just as much as Don wanted him.

"Are you sure?" Don asked while looking at Andrew. Andrew smiled, licked his lips, and nodded, hoping Don would be as gentle on him as he was when he was blowing him. Andrew was trying to hide the pain.

"Yeah, fuck the little faggot." Kent barked.

Andrew was devastated to hear his father call him a faggot. He was pulling his hair, yanking him by the shoulders; something was truly wrong with his daddy. "Take that cock, you little slut" Kent spit in Andrew's face. Andrew flinched.

"Oh, Don, that feels so good!" Andrew stated, despite the fact that it was the most painful experience he had ever had. Tears were running down his face.

Andrew realized that his daddy, the only person that he thought cared about him, had now turned into a monster. Maybe it will be okay tomorrow. He knew his daddy was drunk.

Kent slapped Andrew's face and pulled his chin down. "Here, drink this, you little fucker." Kent pointed his cock at Andrew and pissed into his mouth. "Behave or you'll be eating my dirty ass and swallowing my shit." Kent's piss was flowing down Andrew's body.

"Take it easy, Kent. The boy is enjoying it and doing what we ask." Don was starting to get turned off by Kent's actions.

"This is all part of the role play." Kent slapped Andrew's face. "Right, son?"

"Yeah, daddy." Andrew whimpered, unable to hold back tears.

Don wasn't so sure, but he was so close to getting off. He really wanted the prize. Don's massive cock was splitting Andrew apart even though he was trying to be gentle. Don finally shot his load, saving Andrew from even more pain.

Andrew did like Don, and even through the pain, he was enjoying giving pleasure to the man. His daddy's actions weren't so fun.

Kent took over when Don pulled out. Andrew was still on his back, legs up, and Kent just jammed his cock into his boy. This wasn't the gentle daddy that he knew.

"You'll never refuse me again, son. I hope you've learned your lesson. Your ass is mine to share, use, or do whatever I want. You've been denying me too many times, kid. Never again, if I want it, you drop and let me fuck you."

Kent was not making much sense. Andrew was now sobbing and even screaming as his dad pumped in and out of his ass. "Don, help!" Andrew finally screamed out in vain.

Kent slapped him again. "Shut up and take it, little fag boy!"

Andrew's plea hit Don like a bolt of lightning. He let his desire for the boy block his common sense and he failed to protect the boy that gave him pleasure. "Kent, stop. You're really hurting him. He's really in pain. This is no longer fun." Don begged.

"Fuck you, Don. The faggot has refused me too many times. What are you going to do about it? Huh? You're the little boy fucker! You want me to stop? Bend the fuck over and let me rape your ass!"

"Kent, be reasonable. The boy is hurt! Stop!"

Kent did stop. He pulled out, and walked over to Don. "Leave before I call the cops and tell them you were raping the boy. It's your cum up his ass! Just fuck off Don!"

Kent landed a blow to Don's solar plexus, causing Don to stop breathing and buckle over.

Don gasped. He was trying not to fall down, but his diaphragm was spasming and he couldn't get a breath. He didn't know what to do. He knew he needed to help, but he was no match for Kent in this state. If he called anyone, he would be guilty as well. Leaving was the best option for him, even if it meant Andrew was going to be hurt more. "Andrew, I'm sorry." was all he could say as he walked out the door. He was crying because he knew this wouldn't end well for Andrew, but he was selfishly saving his own ass unless Kent killed the boy.

Andrew was in so much pain he couldn't move off the table. In a flash, Kent was back fucking him.

"Don, please, help me!" Andrew screamed into deaf ears. All Andrew could think was, "Why didn't Don care enough to help me?" Andrew felt truly alone, betrayed and unloved. The pain was unbearable. His tears flowed non stop.

As young as Andrew was, he realized now that Don, and maybe the others, only wanted him for sex. They really didn't care about him except when they could use him. His daddy was the same as the others. Nobody really loved him.

***** WARNING

If this wasn't bad enough, this next part was very difficult to write since it covers a horrific event in Andrew's life and brought back some very bad memories. Apologies in advance if you are offended.

Andrew's screams turned into horrific moans. Andrew was in so much pain from his daddy's reckless fucking. He reached back and felt the wetness running out of his ass. He pulled his hand back and looked at it expecting to see Don's cum, and it was covered with blood, lots of blood. Kent took his cock and shoved it into Andrew's mouth and down his throat, all covered with blood and shit. The boy's hole was sticking out and was very damaged. Blood was running down his legs and now down his chin. His throat was ripped apart too. Andrew gasped for air, trying not to black out, but thought to himself that maybe blacking out would be a good thing.

Andrew realized he was all alone. It was him versus his daddy. His daddy wasn't going to stop until he was dead. Andrew bit down hard on his daddy's cock. He thought his teeth were going to be ripped out as Kent broke free. Andrew swung his foot around and kicked Kent in the nose. Kent fell backward and stumbled. Andrew got off the table as Kent was staggering back up, holding his bloody nose.

"You fucking little faggot! You're dead!" Kent yelled.

Andrew knew his daddy meant it. There was no way he was going to live through the night. Fight or flight kicked in. Andrew saw red. Even though he was having a hard time standing, he was able to punch Kent in the face, knocking his hand off of his bleeding nose. "Fuck you dad, never ever touch me again. Go to hell!" Andrew somehow managed to get to his room and lock the door before a drunk Kent was able to chase Andrew down the hall. He charged at the door, hitting it at full speed. The door splintered and pieces hit Andrew. Andrew cowered on his bed, trying to protect his head from his dad's punches, just like when the bullies beat him up. Andrew was defenseless.

"You are nothing but a piece of shit kid. You'll pay for this! Get up!"

It hurt to talk, but he was able to spit out "No! Never. I'm telling mom." Andrew wasn't sure if he thought threatening to tell mom would do anything or not but it was worth a try. He knew she never believed him, so why would his dad?

Kent swung his fist so quickly that Andrew didn't even have time to react. He saw the first swing as it landed on his head with a thud. He saw white, then black, he heard ringing in his ears, then silence. Andrew was out cold as his world went dark. He was laying on the floor, bleeding. Kent continued to hit and kick the boy, trying to snuff out what little life was left in him. His little body was no match for a full grown man.

If that wasn't enough, Kent pissed all over his boy, then squatted down and took a shit right on him. The scene was something out of a horror film.

Kent continued to rip down Andrew's posters, trash his dresser, and break everything and anything that he could touch. The destruction of his room was worse than if a tornado had hit it.

Not even a whimper came from Andrew's tiny body as Kent wandered back to pass out on his bed. It was questionable if Andrew was even alive.

End of Andrew's Misplaced Trust - Chapter 11 - Andrew Thomas