Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 11:22:46 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: The Aftermath Nifty rules apply to this story particularly those pertaining to age and copyright. So many of you wrote to me after reading "Invasion", about how you don't like cp and nasties in my stories. This story starts with some pretty violent punishment but then concentrates on the love and compassion that Jonathon has for his young charges. I looked at the idea of removing it but I think that would detract from the way the mercurial nature of the man is portrayed. Synopsis. The main theme of this story is about the love of a compassionate man for children cast adrift in a world gone mad. There is a little sex in it between an adult male and a barely legal boy, all of it consensual and carried out with love and affection. This story was prompted by another story in nifty where an adult male had non consensual sex with a six year old. I find that a frightening scenario and wrote this story as a counter to that. The Aftermath The world had been at war for eleven years, the death toll was more than one billion and every nation on earth has need to lick its wounds and rebuild its civilisation. In the wake of the hostilities gangs form to indulge whatever activities they had been unable to pursue during a more civilised period. Paedophiles abound and take children off the streets to indulge their sick practices. Jonathon Templar was a civilised and compassionate man who wanted to stop this cruel and depraved action. Using his wealth he built a team of hardened soldiers to track down and destroy these coverns of evil, take the children found in them and rehabilitate them. Not always possible and on occasion he would sanction a mercy killing of a child beyond help. When that happened mercy was not a word in Jonathon's vocabulary as he exacted retribution on the perpetrators To retain his sanity Jonathon would, on occasion, take one, or more, of the animals that destroyed these young lives and punish them in the most extreme way. For the remainder of his time the children were his life and this is his story. Part 1 An Animal is Terminated I had him strapped to the frame. This was the neatest piece of equipment I had installed in my dungeon, and the cheapest. It was a simple frame, like a door frame only sturdier. His wrists were secured tightly at the top corners and another strap held his arms into the side of the frame at the elbows. I had done the same to his lower limbs. His ankles were secured tightly to the bottom corners and his knees were strapped in tight to the frame as well. It opened him up in the sexiest way I could think of. He was, of course, naked and as I removed his blindfold I could see, terrified. He looked at me and then all round, he could see all the torture equipment before returning his gaze to me. "What are you going to do with me?" He could hardly speak he was so frightened. "During the next week I'm going to totally destroy your body. Every hour of every day until I let you die, you are going to beg me to kill you. I am going to deliver pain to your body that you never knew existed." That was the statement that got his bowels and bladder empty. I left him then and went up to my kitchen. He was screaming as I left. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I didn't want to hurt them, I wouldn't hurt any of them deliberately." I ignored him and shut out the noise as I closed the door. I went up to my main floor and got myself a drink, I sat up at the breakfast bar and not for the first time in my life wondered how any human being could do what that animal and his little band had done. How many young lives had they ruined and terminated before we had caught them? The remainder were in police custody and when convicted would be kept separated from other prisoners, because even the dregs of society in prison would not let these animals live, but their leader I wanted. When my nerves had settled I walked up to the next floor and looked round in the big room. There were, I suppose, a dozen boys there ranging in age from six to twelve. I knew that in the bedrooms there were probably another dozen who were not well enough to be out of bed. The gang we had just busted were all paedophiles, but not just ordinary ones, these were the truly evil ones who destroyed their victims completely. I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain these babies suffered before they were allowed to die. The ones we had rescued would probably be basket cases when their bodies had recovered, unless our team of specialist child psychologists could sort them. They would be here for years probably. I sat down next to Damien and lifted him into my lap. He looked up at me with his big trusting eyes and I kissed him on the nose. He giggled, rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and snuggled in as close to me as he could get. He was seven now, we had been looking after him for nearly two years, he was a boy we had rescued from another group of animals that my team had been so disgusted with they had terminated the lot before the police arrived. Damien was, like most of these children, an orphan, and beautiful. These gangs only appeared to be interested in the truly beautiful young boys and in the wake of the devastation wreaked on our country in the third world war there were plenty of them to choose from. The war had been a conventional one and had gone on for far too long. The number of men and women who had been in uniform was incredible, with a death toll that was mind boggling. The result was more orphans than could possibly be looked after. We only took in the ones we rescued from the gangs of paedophiles that had formed. My team was working their way through the ones in our area, but my heart bled for the many thousands, maybe tens of thousands of kids that we couldn't help. My name, by the way, is Jonathon Templar, I am a very wealthy industrialist, well I was. Now I suppose I would be judged a philanthropist even though I still commanded an impressive industrial empire. I had set up this home at the end of the war. It had been built as a warehouse but at war's end I had it converted. There were so many unemployed people about and so much rescued building material that carrying out the conversion was no trouble at all. It consisted of a basement that I had divided, part took the swimming pool that was accessed from the floor above and the other bit I had equipped as a dungeon. Next was a first floor with all the normal offices and reception rooms, including a gym and an indoor swimming pool. Two more floors devoted to the boys that included an infirmary and consulting rooms as well as the recreation rooms, kitchen and dining rooms and four man bedrooms for them with lots of bathrooms. The top floor was for my team and the children's carers, only accessible from a specially keyed lift or a private staircase. The team were all ex Navy Seals or Marines, most had lost wives and children in the war and all of them were filled with compassion for the little mites we rescued. With so few women available many of these men had developed gay activities to assuage their sexual frustrations. No one minded, the whole world had gone mad so homosexuals were a long way down the list of people's concerns. They were incredibly good for the kids, they were just so filled with the love and gentleness that these abused children needed. Back to Damien. He was my special project. I had been with the team that had rescued him. He had been multiply raped by the animals that my team, on my command, had exterminated. He was close to death and almost catatonic with the shock of what had been done to him. He was still strapped to the table on which the rapes had been carried out, his little anus was in such a terrible state that one of my hard nuts just broke down and cried as he released him, then he looked at me and I nodded. While he wiped out the perpetrators I lifted Damien gently in my arms and took him down to the waiting ambulances. That was two years ago. He had received a cuddle from me almost every day of those two years. My medical teams had restored his body and my therapists had, over time reduced his nightmares and his horror whenever he saw a strange man. He had curled up in my lap for so many of those sessions and when he disclosed any of the horror it was nearly always directed at me. The most heartbreaking for me was the day he looked up at me and said, "They hurt me so much Jon Jon, why did they do that?" A little lost boy who couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt him. I cried openly that day, and it got worse when Damien was the one trying to console me. He was six then and I told him that if he wanted, I would be his Daddy when he was all better. He was almost there now and I was looking forward to moving him into my home with two more boys that I had adopted. With hundreds of millions dead after the war land was cheap so I bought the park that had taken up a good area at the edge of our town close to the warehouse, so that I could enclose and control my whole domain. I built my house within this area as well. I had spent a million dollars puting in a security fence topped with razor wire, compliments of the army, and a state of the art surveillance system. This was not to keep the inhabitants in, it was to keep the scum bags out because what I was going to do was put in quality trailer homes to house the kids when they were finished with therapy. We were well south so winters were mild and trailers were much quicker and easier to build than brick houses We had laid sewage pipes, water and electricity, to points all round the park that we could hitch up to the homes as I installed them. They would each take eight kids and I would try for an age spread with the oldest in each house being the leader and each home would be assigned a house father, one of my team, to oversee their welfare. The scheme was working well, but in just two cases so far, with Damien to be the third one, I had adopted, so these three were or would be my sons. The oldest was Tony, now nearly fourteen, he had been in the very first batch we had rescued. No one had expected him to live. His anus had been almost ripped out and we had no idea what had been used on him. He was unconscious when we found him and it was months before he rejoined us. The surgeons worked overtime to repair him and my nursing staff made sure that the rest of his needs were catered for. When he was all healed physically I saw what made him a target for the animals. He was eleven years old then but quite the most stunningly beautiful child I had ever set eyes on. I don't just mean his face, his whole body, how could a human being be this perfect was how we all looked on him. By the time he was fourteen and had used the gym at the centre almost every day, those looks and body had become an awesome experience for everyone who saw him. Why had I taken him as a son? Because the beauty was on the inside as well and Damien was the same inside. Algie made up my trio. He had a little turned up nose and laughing eyes, he looked like a little elf but we knew why he had been picked up by the animals. He had a huge penis, even before he hit puberty it was long and thick, and now, at thirteen, it was almost obscene but he was the sweetest natured child I think I had ever had contact with. We had got to him the day after he had been abducted but he had still been traumatised by the way the animals had used him, almost tearing his penis off in their attempts to keep him with an erection. After my daily Damien cuddle I went back to the dungeon and stood in front of my prisoner. I looked him over carefully. Mid twenties, good build, stunning good looks a cock and balls I would have loved to play with, and when I walked behind him an ass that I knew I was going to fuck. He watched me as I stripped and then fisted myself to an erection. I was nine inches long, but it was the thickness that made his eyes pop. I was seven inches round. "I am going to fuck you with this now, and keep fucking you until I can't get an erection." I went to a a chest on one wall and pulled out a dildo that was ten inches round and showed it to him. "Then I am going to ram this up your ass and leave it there all night." Perfect, he looked absolutely terrified. I walked round behind him and with no preamble rammed my cock into him all the way with minimum lubrication. I enjoyed his scream of pain. He had a gorgeous ass and I fucked it as hard as I could until I came. While I recovered I picked up a paddle and plastered his ass with about thirty very hard strokes, then I fucked him again. It was no fun so after I had orgasmed again I took the dildo and fed it to him. I split him so I pulled it out, coated my fingers in a salt and lemon juice solution before finger fucking him with all five digits for long enough to hear him scream with the acute pain that salt and citrus caused on an open wound, and then I rammed the dildo in again and left, the screams fading as I closed the door were very satisfying. I went for a shower and then home to my two boys. One of my team, Hank, was their minder and he left as I arrived. Kisses and cuddles and both gave me the low down on their day. They had been to school and like most kids now, had a trusted adult return them to the care of their loved ones. Loan kids on the streets were a rarity because of the abduction and death rate. Algie was the comedian and had Tony and I holding our sides. My tears were from laughter and my love for these two boys as I watched them. My own family had been wiped out at the beginning of the war and I had missed the closeness, now I had it again in shed loads. Dinner and some TV before they disappeared to shower and change into their sleep shorts. Back with me for good night kisses and I escorted them up to their beds to tuck them in. Algie again, making us laugh. He took his sleep shorts off before slipping into bed, then he pulled the covers down to mid thigh, swung his massive cock about and asked if either of us would like to play with it. Some nights I would drop down alongside him and wrap a hand round it. "Shall I make it spit, or have you other ideas?" He would blush, pull the covers up again as I released him and grin at me. "Jon Jon, you're wicked." More laughter and the boys would get comfortable before I turned out their light. They knew I was gay, but they also knew that my love for them transcended sex. Anything I did with these boys, ever, would be at their instigation, tonight was just the funning that had grown between Algie and I. The next morning Hank arrived and I left for work after hugs from my two boys. My first stop was the dungeon. The animal was still strung up, didn't look as though he had slept and was still patently very uncomfortable. I fucked him with the dildo until he screamed. I put a set of monitors on him and connected them to a machine. What I was going to do now could kill him and I didn't want to do that yet. I taped his cock up so that I had free access to his ball sac, then I produced a razor sharp curved knife. He realised what I was going to do as I stooped down in front of him with a red hot iron at my side. He screamed in terror but watched, fascinated as I took his ball sac, pulled his balls down to the bottom and in one stroke sliced through the skin and removed them. The blood flowed for only a second before I used the iron to cauterise the wound. The smell of burning flesh and obviously the pain made him faint. I watched the monitors, they all looked ok, he was in shock but he would recover. I sat and watched him for a little while until he regained consciousness. I had put his ball sack in a dish on a table that I had pulled up close so that he could see it. When he did he just wept, so I left him. I had plenty of essential work to do but still found time during the day to spend with some of the boys, particularly Damien. I was so pleased with his recovery rate, the younger ones appeared to be able to slow off the trauma much better than the older ones. I suppose it was because they hadn't really known what was happening to them only that it hurt. I wondered if the real shock would show in the years ahead when they realised what had been done to them. Another day coming to a close and I was back in the dungeon. I took a cat o nine tails, one with the little lead weights at the end of each tail and gave the animal twenty all over his back, from knees to neck. Every one of them tore flesh away with them. When I was finished I threw a bucket of brine over him to wash away the blood and then I left him. I had a normal evening with my two boys and the next morning straight back to the dungeon. The animal was in a poor state so I gave him some water and then used the hose to wash away all the piss and excrement. The place where his balls had been was scabbed over as were all the whip lines. I removed the dildo from his anus and replaced it with one that had retractable spikes in it. I slid it into him and could see the look of pleasure when he realised it was so much smaller than the one I had just removed, then I flicked the lever that pushed the spikes out. That got me the best scream yet, the horror that the pain induced was incredible, I had never seen eyes look like it in my life, his brain simply could not comprehend that monstrous level of pain and shut down. I checked the monitors, he was not going to give up on me. I went back to work thinking about the next level and how long I was going to keep him alive before I finished it. I had done this several times before, finessing my techniques each time. I was not a natural sadist and was physically sick often during these sessions, but this was how I remained sane, how I recovered after seeing these babies brought in barely alive and sometimes so awfully mutilated that we just gave them an injection to terminate the life that would have been a living hell for them even if we could have saved them. The pain in his eyes when I went to see him before going home that day was still at an incredible level, it was as though his brain could not accept it. I couldn't look at those eyes again, they were frightening. I decided that tomorrow I would finish it so today I would remove his cock. Same routine as with his balls. I stretched his cock and sliced it off in one, quickly cauterising it. Of course he passed out again and the monitors kicked severely. I thought he might have gone then but his heart picked up again and I watched him for a few more minutes before leaving. I knew that he would spend the night in incredible pain and might well be dead by the time I came in in the morning. He wasn't. I retracted the spikes and removed the spiked dildo then I threw cold water on him to get him to focus on me. I showed him the photographs we had taken of the injuries inflicted on one of the boys we had rescued from his group. "These are just a few of the reasons why you deserve to die. You will be pleased to know that is going to happen very soon." He watched as I brought up a piece of equipment that I'm sure he had not seen before. It was a fucking machine. I set it up at his anal entry and adjusted the programme. It was set to fuck a little deeper every five minutes, starting with just a six inch insertion, it was also programmed to expand by a quarter inch every five minutes as well from its five inch initial circumference. I thought it would take about an hour to kill him so I switched it on and left, I didn't want to listen to the horror in his screams as it split him in half, or to watch him die. Intelligence had uncovered a new child sex ring and we raided that morning. Our recoveries that day made my heart sing. They were just into their first session when we hit them. Several of the boys had already been penetrated but none had been subjected to the horrors of the massive dildos and animal actions of the men. We took our usual raft of photographs, dished out some serious beatings and then handed them to the police who were happy to add to the bruises we had administered. In my euphoria at our success I had forgotten the animal in the dungeon. When I did get to him the machine had continued lengthening the stroke and increasing the size so I was greeted with a truly horrendous sight that made me throw up violently. I cleaned up the mess, incinerated the remains and carried on with my day. I wasn't callous or sadistic as a natural bent, but I obviously had a twist that allowed me to carry out these vile actions on the paedophiles without it giving me nightmares or bothering my conscience. ========================================================================== Second part in a couple of days with lots of loving and no more horror.