Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 13:38:14 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: Samuel Part 1, A Chance Encounter!

Samuel!
Part 1 Chance Encounter

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?

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!


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Samuel

Chance Encounter


It was a shitty day, shitty weather, I was in a shitty mood and my shitty
job had forced me out on the road to go and sort out the IT department of a
shitty client, no THE SHITTIEST CLIENT, on our company books. I had been
there before, last time the cleaner had unplugged the server to do the
hoovering and no one had checked the power before I was called out.

The A35 is a pig of a road, and considering it is the main route from
London to the south west of England it is something the Department of
Transport should be ashamed of! Twice I almost lost it in the curves
between Beer Regis and Tolpuddle and as the road dipped towards the A354
interchange and then the viaduct over the River Piddle I cheered up a bit.

I ask you, you couldn't make it up could you calling a tiny stream 'River
Piddle'. I was still grinning as I saw HIM, a bundle of soaking rags on the
side of the road. I had to swerve to avoid hitting him, but still soaked
him with spray. I stood on the brakes and hit the 4 way flashers, pulling
onto the verge.

Samuel;

"I'm a fucking coward, a queer, faggot cock sucking coward. Dad was right,
the rest of the family will be much better off without me. I wanted to jump
off the bridge but I read once that most jumpers survive for ages, or even
end up crippled. Sitting here at the side of the road if I don't get run
over I might 'catch my death of cold' as our mum used to say. Mum, I don't
blame her, but when she left us that's when it all went tits up. Hang on,
there's a motor coming, if he's close enough I'll just launch myself in
front of him, at that speed it's bound to end it for me."


"Fuck he saw me he's swerving, shit he's stopping. Should I run?" I
realised that running is pointless, he's stopping so he's either 1, a
do-gooder, 2, a cop or 3, a perv.

Andy;

He looked scared, this soaking wet kid. No idea of his age, but if he's
sitting by a main road in the dark in this weather then he's got
troubles. I've been there, run away from home, an abusive Uncle was the
problem. I got lucky, the guy who found me was one of the few 'nice'
ones. He liked boys, but only ever did what the boy wanted. He was the guy
who got me through school and University, he never once forced me to do
anything, except my homework, and my best at anything I tried! More than
once he had refused to have sex with me, because he felt it was not the
right moment.

Anyway I grabbed the blanket I always have on the back seat and went across
to the lad, smiling, trying to put him at ease. "Hiya! You look a bit
damp!"


"You fuckin soaked me Cunt!" was the sweet reply I got from this little
Angel!

"Oh and the rain before I came all missed you?" I laughed.

He cracked a grin and took my offered hand. "Thanks, and sorry for saying
that!"


"Saying what?" I asked, pretending not to have heard what he had said.

"I'm a bit cold and wet" he said, stating the obvious as he let me wrap the
blanket around him. He went to get into the front but I asked him to get
into the back. I went to the boot, and from my overnight bag took my sweat
pants and a hoody.

"Here, slip off your wet things and put these on, under the blanket" I told
him, "Let me just drive to a layby where we can see what needs to be done!"

He seemed a bit uncertain at first but I gave him no time to argue and set
off for the next stopping place. I was getting worried as the first layby I
came to had a police car in it, so I decided to push on.

Then I remembered, just the other side of Dorchester is a Maccy D's, on the
Bridport Road, so I headed there. The lad, I still didn't know his name,
had changed and was in the front, still shivering, despite the heating of
my company car, a Peugeot 407 estate. I'd had the car for about 3 months
now, and it was a standing joke that you need a degree just to operate all
the gadgets in it!

"Hungry?" I asked.

He burst into tears, "I've got no money" he said.

"So you are going to starve then?" I asked, but he misunderstood me and the
crying became all the more animated.

"Please try to stop crying, no matter what the problem is, we'll find a
way. Now what burger do you like?"

"Sniff, I like all of them!" he answered as we approached the drive through
window.

"Hot chocolate?" I asked

"Please may I have tea?" he asked

"OK, tea and one of each burger it is!" I joked,

"Noo!" he cried horrified, "I only want one, just an ordinary cheeseburger
please"

"Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your order please?" said the voice in the
box.

"3 large double cheeseburger meals please!"

"What drinks would you like with those?"

"1 Tea, 1 Hot Chocolate and a Latte"

The voice in the box told me the price and asked me to drive to the first
window, where I paid and went to the next window to collect our food.

Food duly collected I went to the quietest corner of the car park and we
tucked in.

"Listen, you don't have to tell me anything, but my experience has always
been that telling someone else is a good start to sorting a problem! My
name is Andy, by the way!"

"I'm Samuel, Sam, " he told me, "but I don't really want to talk"

"That's OK, whenever you are ready, I'm here for you, OK?"

"Thanks Andy!" he whispered, and snuggled a bit closer to me.

"Just one thing I need to know, will your family be looking for you?"

"No, Dad threw me out!" was all I got from him before he went into
something like a trance.

I grabbed my phone and called the client to tell them that I was stuck in
heavy traffic behind an accident, only to be told that the problem had been
sorted 'in house' and I would not be needed! I told them that I would check
in to a hotel for the night, and pop in in the morning to make sure that
all was OK, since they would be paying for my call out anyway!

I then rang a quiet hotel I knew in the neighbourhood where, the first time
I had stayed there, the owner, on discovering my line of work, asked me to
look at his PC for him. I found the problem quickly, he had been
downloading some pretty dodgy stuff without even a firewall or an
anti-virus active! Cut a long story short I found, from the boy-porn he had
downloaded that his interests were not unlike mine, and after sorting his
PC, and his downloads out I was told I could stay, free of charge, anytime
I was in the area, and he would, of course, provide the Tax invoices for me
to claim back from my firm! I had since sorted him out with a much better
PC, meaning that his private interests were not on the business PC anymore.

When we arrived I introduced Sam as my 'nephew' and asked him if he wanted
his own room, or did he mind sharing with me.

"We share of course!" was his cheeky reply, "as long as you don't snore so
loud this time!"

I asked Douglas, the hotelier, if he knew where we might get a few things
for Sam, as his coming with me had been very unexpected.

"Well Sam, as it happens I have a load of boys clothes left here by a
family that left in a hurry, without paying the bill! I've washed them all,
you're welcome to see if anything is suitable for you" he offered.

"Thanks, perhaps we could have a look" I asked.

He led us into his private quarters and opened a wardrobe. It was full of
kids clothes, looked very much as if he tried to keep a souvenir of every
boy that stayed there! He pulled out a suitcase and put it on the bed. It
was pretty much full of top of the range designer kids clothes. "If it fits
you are welcome to the lot" he said, "It's only taking up space!"

I grinned at him, "You got some souvenirs already?" I asked, he blushed but
reached for a drawer in the cupboard which was loaded with unwashed,
stained underwear.

Sam held a couple of things up, and it was obvious that they would fit
perfectly but he just took a jeans and a T shirt out of the case, "These
would be great, thanks, if you are sure?"

"No Sam, the whole case is for you, your Uncle has helped me out a couple
of times with my computer, this is the least I can do!"

"But I can't pay you anything for them..." Sam started.

"Young man, one look at your smile is payment enough for me!"

Sam smiled, and blushed and in seconds there was not a flaccid cock in the
room!

We took the case and made our way to the room, and I asked Douglas if we
could have breakfast at about 9am.

Once in the room I realised to my horror that it was a double, not a
twin. "Are you OK sharing the bed with me, or should I ask for another
room?"

"Even if there were 2 beds I'd sleep with you in yours!" he stated simply.

"OK well you go and get a shower before you turn in, I'll do some paperwork
and then shower after you" I told him.

"Oh no," he said with a cheeky grin, "I need you to wash my hair and my
back"

I sat on the bed and pulled Sam in front of me; "Listen Sam, I'm not sure
if that would be right, you're far too young to be sharing a shower with a
strange adult, I could get into a lot of trouble, and your life could be
messed up if someone found out"

"Well if you won't then I'll have to go and see if your friend Doug will
help me, he almost poked my eye out with his boner when he saw me!" the boy
pouted.

"Are you saying that you want to do sexual things with me Sam?" I asked,
mixed feeling washing over me like the Severn Bore, "Just because I am
helping you does not mean you have to do things to repay me"

Sam burst into tears, "I knew it, you don't really like me do you?" he
sobbed.

I pulled his tiny body into mine and hugged him tight. "Sam I don't LIKE
you, I LOVE you, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you sitting
soaked by the road. You have already worked out that I like boys but I do
not want to have you do things just because you think you have to. If, and
it's a very big IF, if we do anything together it will only be because you
want it, and need it!" I kissed him on the forehead and helped him to his
feet. "Would you like me to wash you?"

"Yes please Daddy" he said in a tiny, child like voice, "and then I'd like
you to fuck me please!"

"Sam, I will never FUCK you, if we do anything then it will be love
making. There are lots of ways of doing that without penetration!"

"Daddy I need you, pleeeaseeeeeee" he said, a dejected look on his face, as
he stripped off my sweat suit and turned to go to the bathroom.

I choked in horror as I saw his back, "Sam who did that to you?" I asked,
pulling him back towards me. His back was crisscrossed with multiple
bruises and wheals, he had clearly been beaten badly, and much more than
just once. As he turned back towards me, tears gushing from his eyes I saw
that his penis had been damaged too, and one testicle was swollen to the
size of a grapefruit.

"That's why I left home, well my father kicked me out. He found out that I
am Gay and tried to beat it out of me. He did that to my cock so that men
would not want to be with me!"

"Didn't your school notice?" I asked.

"There is only one man teacher at my school, he's the one I was sleeping
with. I think my dad might have harmed him too. He could not report my
injuries without risking getting caught. When I got beaten the second or
third time he told me we had to stop seeing each other because he could
loose his job."

"So he left you to get beaten and said nothing just to save his own skin?"

"He loves me though!"

"If he loved you he would have taken you straight to a hospital, just like
I'm going to do!"

"NO" he shouted, "if you take me to a doctor then I'll get put back in a
home, like they did when Mum died. That's worse than dad beating me. The
other boys at the home and the house father there used to FUCK me every
night. They made me go to school in ripped trousers and without undies. One
even tried to drown me because I didn't lick all the shit off his cock
after he had fucked me. I'd rather die than go back there. I wish you had
never found me. I should have jumped off the bridge!" he sobbed.

I hugged him tightly and whispered "No one is going to do anything to you,
I promise. Let me ask Doug if he has any ideas, he knows the area better
than I do"

He clung tightly to me "Don't leave me, please don't leave me!"

I picked up my phone and dialled the hotel's number, "Doug, we have a
crisis, we need your help, please can you come up?"

"What's up, is it the room?" he asked confused.

"Look, Sam is not my nephew.." I started.

"I know that, you're not the first 'Uncle' to bring a street boy with him"
he interrupted.

"Sam has been badly hurt, and needs medical attention but won't go to a
hospital."

"On my way up!" Doug cut the call.

Moments later he knocked and came straight in. Sam was facing away from
him.

"Oh my God child, who did that to you?"

"His father did, but that's not the worst" I said, gently turning Sam round
"The bastard tried to circumcise him and badly kicked his nuts too"

Doug burst into tears as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

He dialled a number and a man answered. "Roy, Doug here, we need your
expertise, there is an injured boy here needs discrete help"

I heard the voice at the other end "Don't tell me you have finally split
one open with that monster cock of yours?"

"It's not funny man, he's been abused but refuses to go to a proper doctor"

"I'm on my way" came the response.

"Who is this Roy chap then?" I asked "Now don't get uptight, he's actually
a vet! But he also shares our common interest in young men. He should be
able to help"

"A vet?" Sam asked, "Don't they put animals to sleep?"

I hugged him again as Doug explained; "Well a doctor trains to treat just
humans, most of whom can tell the doctor what the problem is. A vet trains
to look after hundreds of different animals, including Primates, and they
can't tell him what is wrong, or where it hurts. Trust me he is as good as
any doctor in any hospital!"

Shortly we heard a land rover screech to a halt outside and Doug dashed
down to guide Roy up to our room. Moments later a jolly looking man, who
could easily play Santa without needing extra padding or a false beard,
bounded into the room, along with a Golden Lab which was wagging from head
to foot!

"Oh my God!" was his first comment as he saw Sams back, "Who the fuck did
this to you sweetie pie?"

Sam was shaking and so I replied "I think it was his father, but right now
that is of no consequence, his genitals are more worrying I think."

Once more Sam was turned round and Roy's sharp intake of breath said it
all. "Look that needs to be operated on, he needs a hospital"

"Roy, I would have taken him there straight away, but he has made a very
good case for NOT going. He was in care before and that's where the abuse
started. I would go with him now to a hospital and take my chances of being
arrested as a paedophile if he would let me."

"Sam" the vet asked addressing his patient, " How old are you, do you have
any relatives who could care for you, and are you quite sure that you don't
want to go to a hospital?"

" 11, no and yes. Mum died when I was 8 and they put us in care. I will
NEVER go back in care, I'd kill myself first! I was trying to kill myself
when Andy found me!"

Roys dog seemed to sense Sams pain and jumped on the bed next to him and
was gently licking his injured back for him.

"If I treat you it will not be pleasant, but I must beg you never to tell
anyone that I have helped you. We would all go to prison for a long long
time if any of this came out."

"Sir, I'm a kid, but I'm not stupid. Andy has stuck his neck out for me,
Doug has been very kind and generous. If you treat a dog or a horse well it
doesn't bite or kick you does it? Well I would never do anything, or say
anything to harm any of you!"

Roy hung his head, almost ashamed of having lectured the boy "Come on then
get some loose clothes on, we'll have to go to the practice for this. Only
trouble is the only OP nurse I have who I could trust with this is away."
he mused.

"Look" I said, "I was a Combat Medic in the RAMC, I assisted in more than
one field operation for soldiers with GSW's"

"Fair enough, as long as you don't faint or throw up, you're hired! OK
let's go!"

"I can't really come, I'm useless with blood and there is no one to man the
hotel, fire regs state that someone must be on duty all the time" Doug
said.

"Ach, you'd be no bloody good anyway, you'd be trying to lick the blood
from his cocklet, like a Rabbi at a circumcision!" The vet tried to joke,
but no one was in the mood for laughing.

Before we set off Roy measured the swollen testicle and shook his head,
"I'll check online but I think you might loose this one son, but don't
worry, everything will still work OK even with just one in there!"

Sam clung tightly to both me and the dog on the short trip to the surgery
and looking pale and scared followed us into the treatment room. Roy closed
all the blinds and then asked Sam to get up on the table.

"We can either do this with you knocked out, or awake. I'd prefer it if I
didn't have to put you 'under', there are too many risks. Can you lie still
while we do this under local anaesthetic?"

"W.w.what is that?" the now terrified boy asked.

"Sam local means an injection in the area where the doctor will be working,
but you will be awake. You won't feel anything, and I expect you will feel
a little tipsy! Full anaesthetic would put you to sleep, but that is always
a bit of a risk, and needs a special anaesthetist, which we don't have!"

"Can I watch?" he asked nervously.

"I'm not sure that that is a good idea" I said.

"Look, we can put it on that screen, like watching TV, if it gets too much
then I can turn it away from you. Deal?"

The lad seemed to cheer up a bit and held his hand out to high five, "Deal"

The doctor didn't high five but shook his hand gently and then leant over
and kissed his forehead. "I'll be as gentle as I can" Then he went to his
PC and looked up details of human testicular damage, "I'm sorry but there
is no way to save the testicle"

I stayed with Sam while the vet scrubbed up, I'm not sure who was more
nervous, Sam or me!


Samuel; When Andy called Doug I started to get real scared, and then Doug
called a Vet! I got a chance to see in the bathroom mirror just how bad I
looked, and realised that Dad had done some serious damage. It's funny
though, despite him kicking me in the balls and trying to cut off my dick I
wasn't in that much pain. I guess when you have been in pain for years you
stop noticing it after a while. Roys dog was so nice, not like the pit-bull
the foster home father had. That was trained to fuck kids who refused to
take it from the staff at the home. It did me twice before I gave in. After
the dog getting fucked by the other boys was not too bad, in fact I learnt
to enjoy it and even started to look for guys to have sex with. We drove to
the vets place and Andy stayed with me while the vet got ready, to say I
was scared would be putting it mildly.

Roy asked me when I has last had a piss and a shit, and told me to go
before we started; "Whilst I don't have a problem with cute boys like you
pissing all over me, it might be better if you don't do it while I'm
operating!"

I got off the metal operating table to go to the loo but my legs sort of
gave way under me.

"Woha there little man!" Andy said as he caught me, "Don't want you banging
your head too!"

Andy carried me to the loo and sat me on it. He went to leave but I grabbed
his arm, "please don't leave me, not now!"

Pissing was painful, and I told Andy but taking a dump was worse. Once I
was done Andy carefully washed me all over, paying special attention to
cock and balls as well as my bum too.


Andy;

As he got off the OP table to go to the toilet Sam almost collapsed but I
caught him in time I sat him on the toilet and went to leave, to give him
some privacy but he stopped me, begging me to stay with him. It was obvious
that he was in a lot of pain now, and taking a dump seemed to hurt him too,
I suspected some sort of injuries there too. I washed him as gently and
thoroughly as I could and took him back to theatre. Roy was scrubbed up so
I grabbed a gown and scrubbed in, at least it was clean and dust free here,
not like the last OP I had assisted with.

He had been just a boy too, not yet 18, first tour of Afghanistan. A burst
of AK fire had almost cut him in half, had he not been wearing the latest
body armour he would have been dead on the spot. We worked for over an hour
to save him, sand flies and bullets flying all around. It was too 'hot' for
the much needed cas-evac, the ragtops even fired RPG's at us while we
fought to save his life.

Fast air was called in and 2 Tornados took out the main Taliban strongholds
but sadly there were families there too, hostages or supporters we may
never know. As soon as the enemy was silenced a USAF Chinook flew in and
evacuated our lad, sadly he died en-route to Bastion. We went up to the
enemy location and found loads of dead, men women and kids. One boy, no
more than 8 or 9 was there, well his upper torso was there, still holding a
primed RPG ready to fire. It was like my worst nightmare the kid was still
bleeding, still alive, though not saveable. I went to stop his bleeding, or
at least give him a morphine overdose but was dragged away because of the
risk of the RPG going off.

I had to tend more than 30 wounded, but all the time I could hear the gasps
of that kid, it took almost 10 mins before the 'death rattle' indicated
that his suffering was over. EOD arrived to make the RPG, and all the other
ordnance safe and decided to simply blow the whole compound up. Several of
us protested that we wanted to move the dead out first but EOD said it was
too risky.

When we got back to base I collapsed, some of the guys thought I was mad
getting so worked up about the very people who tried to kill us, but it was
then I realised that I had no place there in a war zone! I was diagnosed
with PTSD and repatriated, and for working under fire to try to save the
life of my comrade I was decorated, but I left the Army as soon as I
could. Here I was again taking risks for a kid, only this time he was not
going to die!

"Earth to Andy!" Roy said, "if you scrub much longer there won't be any
skin left to clean!"

He looked closely at me and asked, "are you sure you can do this? I can't
have you passing out or going into another trance when we are half way
through!"

"Sorry, bad memories, I'll tell you some time!"

Roy sort of hugged me with his elbows, the nearest he could risk contact
now that he was scrubbed, "OK let's see what we can do for you young man!"
he said as he ever so gently injected the first of more than 20 local
anaesthetics into Sams groin.

The boy flinched a little, and took a hit from the gas and air that Roy had
rigged up for him.

Once the boy was completely paralysed below the waist Roy made the first
incision in his tiny scrotum. "Andy I need you to hold the other testicle
out of the way" he instructed, "Don't want to cut both out!" he added with
a wink towards Sam.

The boy watched intently on the TV screen and said with a smile "When I
said I wanted you inside me tonight Andy, this is not quite what I meant!"

I almost burst into tears at this kids bravery!