Andrew's Trust

Chapter 16 - Boner Killer

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Andrews Trust 16 - Boner Killer

Andrew

I shut my tablet and set it on the nightstand as I hear the door open. I recognize Ethan's footsteps, but he's speaking in a hushed tone. Do I hear a second set of footsteps? I can't quite make out what he's saying. Then, unexpectedly, a boy, around eleven years old, appears at the doorway. His eyes locked on my hard cock. I'm lying here, fully aroused and prepared, but now my excitement wanes. The young boy stands there, staring at me with astonishment, while Ethan positions himself behind him, his hands quickly covering the boy's eyes.

I jump out of bed and open the dresser to find my emergency shorts and slip them on. The entire time, the boy is pulling at Ethan's hands, trying to get a peek at what's going on. Once I get my shorts in my hand, Ethan releases his grip on the boy.

"Honey, this is Ryder," Ethan explains, his voice tinged with concern. "He got separated from his family, and we're having trouble locating them. I offered to take care of him until we can find them."

I'm still scrambling to pull the shorts up, trying to regain some modesty, and respond, "Oh, I see. I, um, was actually expecting just you." Ryder continues to stare at me, wide-eyed, like a startled deer. "Hello, Ryder, I'm Andrew."

"Um, hi, Mr. Andrew," he weakly responds.

"Ryder needs a shower. I already took one at the station, so could you please assist him?

"Um, sure?" I say this, feeling a bit taken aback. "Do you need different clothes after the shower, or is a big t-shirt enough? It's bedtime anyway," I ask Ryder.

"A shirt is fine. I'm really tired and usually sleep in just my underwear." Ethan opens one of my drawers, pulls out a graphic tee, and hands it to me.

"I haven't had dinner," Ethan says as he heads to the door. "I'll go find something to eat and join you in a bit."

"Let's get you cleaned up," I say, leading him to the bathroom. I get him to the bathroom, and once we enter, he hesitates to remove his clothes. "Do you want me to leave you alone and give you some privacy?"

"No," he nearly screams. "I, um, I just don't want, well, um." He suddenly stops talking and looks down. I can sense something is wrong, and from the looks of it, he's either shy or he's hiding something.

"I know boys can be shy, but you've already seen what I have," I laugh. He lets out a little giggle.

"It's not that." He starts undressing slowly, and I notice bruises on his sides. Recognizing this from my own experiences and working with kids at the foundation, I need to handle this situation delicately.

The bruises cause me a bit of a flashback because they remind me of the day my daddy tried to kill me. There's a dark purple mark the size of a foot with green and yellow edges on his side. I'm not the medic; Ethan is, but even I can see that there's possibly a broken rib behind that one.

Under his neck, there is a line about six inches long and curved. It's about an inch wide. There's a matching mark on the other side. This looks like the marks on the girl from the shelter, whose mother wrapped a belt around her neck and tried to strangle her.

I can recognize the hook-shaped marks along his other side. These are older and starting to heal, but there are clearly marks from a coat hangar.

I realize I'm staring when Ryder just says, "I'm ready," as he's looking down and standing naked by the shower entrance.

"Oh, I'm sorry; let me get the water going." I say as I reach in and turn on the controls. The control beeps, indicating that it has reached its temperature. "It's ready." I say, and he just stands there.

"Are you going to do it now?" He asks.

"Do you need me to help you wash?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Okay, buddy," I say as I slip out of my shorts and guide him under the water. I get a washcloth, wet it, and soap it up, not sure how he will react. As I reach toward him, he flinches. "Ryder, I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. We need to clean you up. It looks like you hurt yourself, so I'll be careful. How did this happen?"

"I fell down the stairs," he says, gazing at his feet. Deep down, I know he's lying, but I'm unsure how to coax the truth out of him. However, I'm certain that's why Ethan brought him home--something isn't right here. "That must have been really painful to cause those bruises," I comment, noticing his slight trembling. "We can clean you up and maybe apply some ice if you need it." He looks up at me, and I see a glimmer of life in his eyes. The vacant stare from a few moments ago is waning, and I think he senses that he can trust me but is being very reserved.

"Let's get you cleaned up. If anything hurts, let me know." He allows me to cleanse him, and the flinching gets less each time. I'm careful to avoid his bruises and steer clear of sensitive areas in case he has also suffered from sexual abuse. The shower is a quiet affair. It seems as though he is used to someone else cleaning him, and when I get his hair washed and his sides done, he bends over and places his hands on his cheeks to spread them. I nearly gasped as I saw his torn little anus. I flashed back to when I was rescued and was trying desperately to save Ricky's life. "We will skip that tonight; I think you're ready to get out now."

He turns and looks at me with a bit of relief. I hold the towel to wrap him up, pat him dry gently, and guide him out of the shower. Then, I grab a towel for myself and dry off as well.

I hand him the t-shirt that I grabbed for him, and he looks up at me. "Do I have to put it on?"

"No, in our house, you can dress however you like, or not at all. Most of the time, our boys are naked."

"You have kids?"

"Yeah, three boys. They have some friends over and are in their room. You can meet them if you like."

"Not right now, please." He looks down again. The black and blue bruises really stand out in this low light. "Mr. Ethan says that you're his husband; that's cool."

"Yeah, I met him when I was about your age." I figure the best icebreaker is going to be to tell him part of my past. I grab my shorts, not wanting to be naked with this new boy. I don't need him to get the wrong idea.

"That's cool; he seems like a nice man."

"Well, he's a hero. I was living in an abandoned factory that caught fire. He was the fireman who came to rescue me. He raised me, and then he married me." I can see the puzzled look on Ryder's face, along with the hundreds of questions running around in there.

"Why were you living in the factory?" He innocently asks. You have to love the lack of filters that kids have.

"Well, you see, I fell down the stairs too; only the stairs I fell down were my daddy who was kicking and hitting me. I didn't know what to do, so I ran away and needed a place to live, so I found some other boys that were living in the factory, and that became my new home."

"That sounds cool; you had your own building? No parents? That had to be fun."

"Well, it's not as fun as you think. We didn't have a kitchen, and there was no hot water. We didn't go to school and had to hide during the day. My room was some old office, and my bed was a small mattress I bought at WalMart. It's not as glamorous as it sounds." I stopped to let this sink in with the boy. Hopefully, he will open up to me now. I need to figure out who this boy is running from so we can figure out how to help him.

I can see the gears turning. A couple of times he starts to speak but just stops. He leans his head so that it touches my chest, puts his arms up, and holds me. I can feel his body twitch a bit, as I'm sure he's recalling the events that led him to where he is now.

"I fell down the same stairs." He says, slightly muffled as he's looking down while still leaning against me.

"You're safe now. You're safe." I say as I rub my hand through his hair, petting him to calm him down.

"Please, don't send me back." He pleads.

"You're safe; nobody is going to hurt you again." He lets go of me, and I can see that he is starting to trust me by the look in his eyes. I remember when I ran, how naive I was, and how trusting I was. "In order to make sure you are safe, you're going to have to trust us, okay?"

"Yeah," he quietly whispers.

"Why don't you wait here, and I'll be back in a moment? Can I get you something to eat?"

"No thanks; Mr. Ethan fed me at the station."

Now I know why Ethan didn't eat; he was focused on this rescue. "I'll be right back then." I say as I leave the room. I see Ryder climb up on our bed. I walk out to the kitchen and up to Ethan, who is sitting on a stool at the island. "You know, we can't take in all the strays." I whisper in his ear.

"This one is special; he needed you. You understand what he's been through, and you have the ability to reach him," he tells me, turning to kiss me while I assist in clearing the dishes from the island.

"Did you see his rib? I think it's broken, but he didn't wince when I washed him."

"I took a quick peek, but he wouldn't let me get close. I watched him as he ate, and he wasn't acting like it was hurting, so maybe it's old. We can examine him more in the morning." Ethan assured me that he would be fine until then. Frankly, I was furious and wanted to know who did this to this precious boy. It's probably best if I never meet them; I'd probably end up in jail for what I would do to them.

We make our way back to the bedroom, where our newest stray has peacefully drifted off to sleep in the middle of our bed. Blowing out the candles and gently closing the lid on the Voluspa, I signal Alexa to turn off the music. Ethan changes into a tee and shorts, and I grab a tee as well. We slide into the bed on either side of Ryder.

"Goodnight, Ryder," I whisper, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. Turning to Ethan, I express, "Goodnight, my love," as our lips meet above Ryder's head. "He might have a nightmare tonight, so let's be prepared," I inform Ethan. Lying on my side, I gaze at this boy, contemplating how anyone could subject a child to such cruelty. Recalling my own experiences, ones far more harrowing than Ryder's, the reality of my helplessness resurfaces. I was meant to perish that night, but I refused to surrender. My father believed he had extinguished my existence, yet I defied him. Overwhelmed, tears stream down my face as I grasp the profound fortune that has allowed me to be here tonight. I make a solemn promise to myself to aid this boy and to be a source of support and resilience. "Thank you for saving me, Ethan," I whisper. Drifting off to sleep, I reflect on the countless obstacles I had to surmount to reach this moment.

Morning

I hear the boys out making breakfast, but find myself in a hug from a still-sleepy Ryder. I look past him to see Ethan just smiling at us. "He hugged me for a bit, and then when I woke up, he rolled over to hug you. I'm going to go make sure the boys don't burn the place down." Ethan gracefully slides off the bed and heads to the kitchen.

Ryder starts to stir, and his eyes open. He looks a bit confused as I smile and say, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Um, yeah, but, um, I need to pee," he says, embarrassed as if he didn't realize who he was hugging. He's wiggling like he's doing the pee-pee dance in bed.

"The bathroom is right there, remember? Go take care of your business." Ryder hops out and runs to the bathroom. His bare feet slap the tile, and his cute little buns bounce a bit as he disappears from view. I hear the pee splashing in the toilet. The bruises look a bit more yellow today than last night. When he returns, we head out to the kitchen with him still clad in his birthday suit. Ryder reaches for my hand, and I hold it as we head out to meet the crew. I almost forgot we have a few extras this morning.

"Good morning, boys. Meet Ryder!" I announce to the group. I'm sure by now Ethan has clued them in on the situation, but I also know that each of these boys, except for Josh, has been through something similar. Josh must still be at the Murphys. "Ryder, this is Max, Grayson, Sebastian, and Jamie. There's another one that spent the night across the street; his name is Josh." I'd better check on Josh to make sure he hasn't overstayed his welcome. I leave Ryder with Ethan to meet the boys and head to my room to find my phone.

I reach for my phone, resting on the bedside table. The screen lights up, revealing a new incoming message from Eric stating that Josh will be over in about an hour, after they finish breakfast.

I head back out to join the crew for breakfast and find the boys all gathered around their new friend, who's got a pile of pancakes as tall as he is on his plate. The boys are just jabbering and keeping him engaged. I see occasional glances from Max and Grayson looking at the bruises on Ryder, but nothing is said about them. Max gives me a worried look, and I just nod, indicating that he will be okay.

Ryder is definitely going to be fine. Here he is, naked and showing off his scars to a group of boys he just met. He doesn't seem to worry about it, and the boys are all having fun. He must be used to being naked at home. Most boys wouldn't be this open around total strangers. As Ryder finishes the last pancake, the boys all help clear the table and ask if they can go in the pool. Ryder's eyes light up. "You have a pool?" The other boys just laugh and point out the back of the house to the tiny little waterpark that calls our backyard home. I'm surprised Ryder didn't piss himself as he looked at Ethan and then at me as if he were asking permission.

"Go, have fun, boys. Ryder, do you know how to swim?"

"Yes, Mr. Andrew, I'm a good swimmer." Ryder answers as he rushes to follow the boys out to the pool.

I need to gather up the bathroom towels and get those in the laundry. I think every single one in the house has been used up. Thank goodness we put two washers and two dryers in the pool house. I'll do them out there while I'm getting the pool towels for after the swimming fun. I hear giggling as the boys are floating around the lazy river. Grayson has decided to be the shark, so he's swimming toward the rafters as they come around, overturning their floating rings. The infectious laughter continues for quite some time.

After a long game of shark, the pool gets quiet. I'm not sure what to make of it, so I go to look and find all of the boys on the deck in the grotto. They're lying in a dog pile with arms and legs intertwined. I guess nobody got much sleep last night, and their morning workout in the pool tired them out. I see Ryder; he has Max on one side and Grayson on the other. Sebastian has his head on Max's stomach, and Jamie has his on Grayson. There's a bit of drool coming from Jamie, and it's pooling in Grayson's little innie belly button.

I decide to set the towels down on one of the rocks near the grotto and leave them be. I'm glad that they made Ryder their new friend so quickly. It's amazing how boys just know and can sense that others need them.

End of Andrew's Trust - Chapter 16 - Andrew Thomas