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A sigh of relief slips out of Alice as she pulls out of the school on her way to the child therapist's office. AJ's new therapist, Dr. Ford, wanted to meet her in person for a few hours so they could talk about AJ and herself. Before she hung up the phone, Dr. Ford asked her one question that she wasn't sure she could answer, "What do you want Andrew to get out of my sessions?"
That was a loaded question if she had ever heard one. I want him to be free of the memory of what that child molesting bastard did to him. He doesn't deserve to be remembered for what he has put our son through. But I'm not sure I can say that without falling apart. Taking a deep breath, I decide to stop for coffee, I think I'm going to need it.
Ding, ding, goes the little bell over the therapist's office, and within a short time, Dr. Ford steps into the waiting room. I put down my coffee and stand to meet her.
"Hello, you must be Alice Docker."
"Yes, hello. Thank you so much for taking AJ on such short notice."
"Of course, well, I like to give the new residents walk-in privilege." I pick up my purse, coffee, and follow her to the office. I sit down where she motions me to. Her office looks like any of the medical doctor's offices except for the small area filled with toys. One toy in particular catches my eye, and I get up to get it before we start. I sat back down in my chair before Dr. Ford was ready to sit down.
"So, let's get down to brass tacks. I have all of AJ's medical records, including the ones from two weeks ago. Do you think anything that he's going through has anything to do with him being as sick as he is?"
Without thinking about it, I answer, "No, as a matter of fact, I don't think he knows how sick he is. We decided to keep it from him as long as we could. He knows he's sick and that high stress and his temper will set it off, but he doesn't know, or understand the danger he's in. Dr. Ford stands up and brings me the tissue box. "Thank you, I think I'm going to need these."
"Okay, building off that information, how much do you want me to tell him if he brings it up?"
This one I thought about, then said, "I don't want him to live with the fear that every breath he takes could be his last. I don't want him to know that a touch in the wrong place along his spine or at the base of his neck can set off an episode. I don't want him to know how weak he is or how fragile he is. I want him to be a boy."
She nods her head a lot while writing things down and ends it by chewing on the tip of her eraser. "Okay, that is good. It gives me some room if it comes up and some insight." Dropping her pad, pen, and her hands into her lap, she takes a sigh and asks me, "I know this next part is going to be hard, but I need to know the full story of why the boy calls you Alice. From the beginning."
I had prepared myself for that question. I knew I would have to answer it but was not looking forward to doing it. Exhaling every bit of air in my lungs, I said, "Okay, how much time do I have?"
"As much as you need, I only have you and AJ today."
Nodding in acknowledgment, I begin. "Andy and I were a marriage for the books. We were deeply in love and everyone thought it would last forever. We had two beautiful girls and then were told that a third baby was out of the question. I've only seen Andy pray for two things in all our years. The first time was for a baby boy. Five years later, we learned I was pregnant with our third. We were overjoyed, but we figured out about halfway through the term that something was wrong with the baby. I was too far along to do anything about it and would just have to pray that the doctors could save our baby son when he was born. And that was the second time I saw my husband pray. Andrew Maxis Docker Jr. was born a month early and came home three months later. He was so tiny, so tiny. " I had to stop myself. I had to use the tissues.
"Take your time."
"Once he was home, we raised him for a few years, sharing everything that needed to go into raising a sick little boy, but then around AJ turning three, Andy just stopped helping and showed no interest in AJ. This went on and on until he turned seven. Then it all changed. AJ started to show some... talent, I guess you say. Now, of course, we know he has a photographic memory. You have no idea how frustrating it is to try and raise a child that has perfect recall. Andy would sit on the piano with AJ on his lap, and they would play together all day long. He would play, then AJ would copy him. It was nice to have the music in the house all the time. Once Andy would put him down, AJ would make a bee line straight to that piano; he just couldn't resist playing one."
"Does he still play?"
"The piano was the first thing I had them remove from the new house. Both of them. He had one in AJ's room. Why would a ten-year-old need a piano in his room? We'd never get any sleep." I calmed myself down and wiped my eyes before I continued. "No, he doesn't play anymore. As Andy got really close to our son, at about eight years old, I started to notice them both acting differently. Nothing too crazy, but little signs that something was being kept from me. But everyone was happy in the family, so I didn't put too much thought into it." My eyes were drifting around the room this whole time, trying to give my mind something to do while my mouth talked. When I got to this part, I saw the picture of Dr. Ford's family on her desk, and I froze.
"Alice, do you need a break?"
"What? Oh, sorry, no I'm okay." I need to be as strong as AJ. "It was the night of AJ's tenth birthday. I've watched the house cams, so I can tell you what exactly happened that night. At bedtime, it became customary for Andy to say good night to the girls and then bathe and lie with AJ until he fell asleep. We found this led to fewer nightmares, and I was thankful for that, because AJ can have some serious night terrors. Then, about midnight, when he was sure everything was okay, he would sneak into our room and sleep. He normally read a book, and there were no cameras in AJ's room for me to prove different. We were thinking that as a teen he wouldn't want them in there, so we never put them in any of our children's rooms. But, that night... he wanted to give AJ a present..."
"AJ, hey little guy. Wake up." Andy whispered.
"What time is it, daddy?" What's wrong?"
"Nothing, do you want the super daddy birthday present?"
The little boy's eyes lit up for a second, then he was reminded by his body that he was tired. "Can I just open it later? I'm tired."
"No, I'm sorry little guy, you have to open it now and we'll have to be quiet because everyone is sleeping." Picking up his son, AJ rolls into his father's chest and starts to drift off, only to be awakened by some lights being shown in his face. He turns towards the source of the light and sees that they are in the office. The lights are off, the door is closed, and the computer is booting up.
"I'm not allowed in your office."
"You are tonight, and if this goes well, you will be again." Then, to calm his son, he begins to rub the inside of his legs. From his little knees to his perineum, the man's hands glide across the smooth flesh of the newly ten-year-old boy. Aj knew this could only mean one thing, and the excitement woke him very fast. He removed his Pjs very fast, and soon the little boy was laying, naked, with both legs on the other side of his father, his father's dick at full erection laying across his small ball sack, and their dick-tips touching. This is what they both liked. This is what both of them look forward to every night. But tonight was special. Tonight, Andy had found a bunch of videos with men and boys having sex, and under the guise of being a birthday present, Andy was determined to get AJ very interested in it.
The video started, and a man was sitting on a bed, and a boy who was smaller than AJ walked out. AJ began to jack himself off slowly. This wasn't the first movie he watched with daddy, but this was the first one with a boy around his age. The boy began to give pleasure to the man, and in return, the man began fingering his lovey boy hole. The fingering turned into licking and the boy squealed in pleasure, making AJ giggle.
"Do you think you would like that?"
A blushing AJ just looked up at his daddy's face, lit up by the light from the computer, and nodded.
Pulling his young son up to his chest and spinning him around, Andy took his youngest child into his mouth and began to caress his little three-and-a-half-inch steel rod. He reached out with his hand and moved the chair so they could both still watch the video. The boy in the video was ecstatic with pleasure and was moaning and begging for more. AJ arched his back, and the good tingles began to take over his body. It was the only time he didn't feel different from the other children. He knew he was different somehow but couldn't place it. When daddy did this, his whole body would go numb and he didn't have to worry about the sore muscles or the pain, just had to go along with the ride.
Andy switched to his son's rose bud. He teased the small entry point until it opened to him, then inserted his tongue, making AJ squeal and grab onto his daddy's arms for support. The boy in the video wasn't acting, this really did feel amazing, and AJ let his daddy know that this was the best birthday present he'd ever received. After some time of blissful playing, this was the part that Andy was interested in. So, he pulled AJ up to his chest and turned him around like before. His cock was dripping precum in a constant stream, and once it came to rest between AJ's legs, it covered his balls, dick, and began to drip down the boy's perinium on its way to his rosebud. AJ loved it when this happened; it made everything more slippery, and he imminently began rubbing his dick on his daddy's.
"Look AJ. Look what that son is doing for his daddy." AJ's eyes go back to the screen and he sees the boy sitting on the man's lap with his legs like his.
"Daddy, they are sitting like us," the boy realized. Then the man on the video licked his finger and reached down to slide it into the boy's hole. The boy half closed his eyes out of pleasure, then licked his lips and said something to the man. The man in turn pulled out his fingers and licked a second one, and then inserted both into the boy's bottom. "Can we try that too, daddy?"
He's hooked, Andy thought to himself, and he licked his fingers and then gave them to AJ to lick and suck on before he reached down and began preparing his son for what was to come next.
It was uncomfortable at first, nothing like what the boy in the video made it look like. At times it hurt, and at times it was only pressure as his daddy's finger inched its way into his butt. After some time, his daddy pulled his finger out and made him sit up closer to the computer screen. AJ put his hands on the desk and watched the video. Then pain shot through his butt, and he spun around on his daddy and gave him his pain face.
"Sorry, I'll go much slower with two fingers. Remember, little guy, you're also my first. I'm learning all this as well." Excepting his daddy's apology, AJ went back to watching the video. Little by little, two fingers slipped up into his bottom, and even though he cringed a couple times, he was starting to feel good. Once the fingers were in all the way, AJ began to grind his bottom on Andy's lap, forcing more of the fingers inside.
`It's got to be here somewhere,' Andy thought as he moved his fingers around looking for a small, smooth, bump. Then AJ's body jerked, and he almost fell off Andy's lap. His head turned around like a kid from a horror movie and said...
"Do that again!"
Andy spent the most of fifteen minutes drawing small circles on AJ's prostate, causing the boy to writhe in pleasure. With his toes clinched and his hands gripping the table, AJ didn't know how much more he could take, but he never wanted it to end. Andy, on the other hand, thought it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen and just pushed his son farther and farther into rapture. Finally, what he'd been waiting for, AJ experienced his first orgasm. It was dry, of course, but it sent the boy in all directions. He wasn't in control of his body anymore. It had a life of its own and, with the warm, blissful, giggly feelings it was giving him, he'd let it have control. His toes curled up, his fist balled, his back arched, and his hips thrust upwards so hard he thought he'd pass out from the joy.
Seeing his boy experience his first dry orgasm, he stopped moving his fingers and let AJ rest. Once Andy realized that the boy in the video was ready, he pulled his fingers out. AJ was still out of breath and sweating like if he had been playing in the sun all day. He could feel the sweat dripping down his chest and belly. His father leaned up to his ear and whispered, "AJ, are you ready for the big game? Watch, they are going to show us how it's done and then we'll try it, okay?" And he smiles as his son gives his father a head nod.
The man in the video grabs his boy firmly around the waist and lifts him up a few inches so his cock falls to his belly and, as he lowers the boy with his other hand, aims his massive cock into the boy's hole. The boy's face lights up, and he licks his lips. He leans over and gives his man a kiss, and then the man begins to pump his cock in and out of the boy hole.
"I don't know, daddy, that looks like it would hurt. I mean, you're so big."
"Don't worry AJ, my fingers have stretched your hole so it will slip right in. This is my birthday present to you; you want it, don't you?"
After watching the video for a few more minutes, AJ decided the boy does look like he's enjoying himself. He keeps begging for me and for the man to do it harder, so maybe it won't be painful. He turns and gives his daddy a smile, and then the man's large arm wraps around his waist, sliding him up onto his daddy's belly. Then, after a few seconds, he felt the tip of his daddy's dick rest on his small butthole.
"Are you ready? Are you sure? Daddy wants this really badly, but you must want it also."
"Yes, daddy, I want you to feel good. I want to feel good. I'm sure."
"Listen AJ, at first this is going to hurt." The fear in his youngest's eye almost made him question what he was doing, but seeing the video over AJ's shoulder, that thought was swept out of his mind. "But daddy promises that it will feel great after that. Do you trust daddy?"
The pain was a new element that he wasn't told about until now, and AJ had to think about it like he thought about everything else. The gears turned in his mind about why he should be afraid of a little pain. His body hurts him all the time. He can take whatever pain he gets. "Yes, daddy, I'm ready."
With a small push up, Andy's cock slipped past the first gate. AJ's eyes opened wide, and his lungs began to audibly fill with air. Andy knew what was coming, but with the tightness of his son's butt distracting him, he almost didn't get his hand over his son's mouth in time when AJ screamed. AJ immediately began clawing at his father's hand and tried to get leverage on anything to lift himself off this painful position.
"Shh, shh, shh, daddy's here. It's okay. Calm down, I've got you. You'll be fine," Andy said in a soothing voice. When AJ began to breathe less hard and stopped clawing at his father's hand covering his mouth, Andy pushed up again. Again, AJ flailed and moaned through his father's hand. Every movement was heaven to Andy. Every squirm of AJ's body sent indescribable pleasure through him. He held on to AJ's waist and began to move at a better rhythm when he realized that AJ had almost flailed himself into exhaustion and was limp with his legs over his head on the computer desk.
The little boy in the video was begging for more and was daring the man to hurt him, "Fill me daddy! Fill me up with your magical juice!" Andy was far too into this, he had to finish. He pulled AJ's limp body back to him and began fucking the small boy. Aj moaned and winced, but was so tired and out of it, he didn't put up a fight anymore. "It's okay. Daddy loves you; I've got you. I would never hurt you. You'll be fine," over and over, Andy said out loud to either comfort the boy or to reassure himself. When he felt the pressure build up deep in his balls, he knew he was close, so he covered the boy's mouth once more and really sank his cock as deep as he could, causing the boy to fight back again, but then his body went ridged, his toes curled, his hand dug into daddy's arms, causing small droplets of blood to drip, and his back to arch in an unhuman way.
"Dry orgasm number two," Andy thought as he felt the anal canal restrict on his dick, and he pushes in harder and harder by instinct alone, ignoring his son's weak pleas. Until his load explodes into his son's perfectly made ass. The increased size of his dick as it swelled to eject his proof of the love he has for his son caused him to squirm a little, but once that hot liquid shot and shot and shot into him to coat his insides, the boy melted on top of his daddy. The two lay there because they both needed to catch their breath.
Once Andy had rested, he lifted his son off his hard dick, letting it slap on his belly. Setting AJ down slowly so the boy can get used to his legs once again, he gives him a kiss on his forehead and tells him that he's very proud of him. That he made his daddy very happy tonight. AJ smiled at that and allowed himself to feel a little pride that he could make his daddy proud and happy. Then he picked up his PJs and walked gingerly out of the room. Andy all but collapsed in his computer chair and turned off the camera. He couldn't wait to watch what happened tonight with his friend at work and with AJ tomorrow night.
Alice paced back and forth in the doctor's office. She was on her third box of tissues and her fifth cup of coffee. She collects herself and takes a deep breath, `you're almost done,' she tells herself. I had heard a noise that night that woke me, and it was almost two in the morning. With Andy out of bed, I went to see what it was and where he was. Sometimes he would fall asleep with AJ, and I'd have to go get him, so I wasn't worried until I saw him." Alice sits down, and the doctor moves to get as close as he possibly can. Taking Alice's hand, she lets her know that she's here for her and that she must finish.
Alice sets her other hand on the doctor's and uses all the support the doctor is willing to give. After a deep breath, she continues, "AJ wasn't in his room, so I went looking for the two of them. I noticed the light was on down the office hallway, so I headed there. When I came off the stairs, I could see a dim light on in the office, and when I was almost there, AJ came out and was naked. He was using the wall to support his weight as he stumbled towards me. I don't even think he saw me until I knelt down to look him over. His body was trembling, his eyes were half closed, and he was covered in sweat. Between his legs, I noticed a liquid dripping from his testicles. At first, I thought it was sweat, because he was covered in it, but then I reached for it, and when I brought it up to my nose, I knew it was blood and sperm. Worse, it was coming from his butthole. I picked up our... my son and looked into the office to see someone else in there wearing my husband's body, watching and listening through a headset to a video of what looked like him and... "
She stopped right there and looked at the doctor and shook her head, "Don't make me go on, please. I can't."
Doctor Ford embraces Alice and tells her how brave she is to tell that story and that she should be proud of how she protects her children. She laid her head on the doctor's shoulder and, through her sobs, she told her that her son hates her, "...he won't even call me mommy anymore. Andy has taken everything from me. Doctor..." She straightens herself and wipes her nose on a tissue before continuing. "You must get Andrew to agree to change his name. I can't call him Andrew, Drew, or AJ without remembering that moment. You must help me!"
"Alice, I just have one more question. Do you think you're a bad mother?"
Darkness. I sit in this room with the lights off and some time has gone by without any noise in the hallway. I reach into my backpack and check on Maxwell. He seems okay. I open his pack and take out my cube and begin shifting through the combinations. I can feel my panic beginning to melt away, and when the cube is done, I turn on the lights.
Oh wow! I'm in the music room. There are a lot of chairs, music stands, instruments, and... a grand piano! I grab my backpack and the doorknob, but wait... I can't seem to turn it. Looking back at the piano, I give it a good thought, but maybe it will be okay if I play a few notes... maybe just hear a note. Looking around the room, I make sure no one is here, "Hello?" My voice echoes a little evidence of the size of the room. But nothing came back to me but my echo.
I drop my pack by the door and inch myself toward the piano as I whirl my Rubik cube, messing up its pattern. Once I touch the first key, I feel an electric charge go through my arm. "Hello?" I try again to just make sure I'm alone, and when no one says anything, I place my cube on top of the piano. The stool has wheels on it, which is weird and nothing like my old one. I sit on it and wheel myself up to the keys. Placing my hands up there, I close my eyes and shift through my mind for the memory that I want to relive. Then, as if pushing play on my iPhone, I play and sing.
Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum, You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum. Too much love drives a man insane. Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum. You broke my will, Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum, But what a thrill. Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum, GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT OF FIRE!!! I slide my hands down the keys, just like the man in the movie did, and then right back to the song.
My fingers flow over the keys just like daddy did. We are connected, and I was sure somewhere he was playing right along with me. Right before the last chorus, I bolted up from my seat and the stool spun across the room and crashed into a horn, making a clang, but that isn't what startled me, it was the man that yelled, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"
I stopped playing without hesitation, and since I was already standing, I ran to the door, grabbed my backpack, unlocked the door, and ran.
I've spent the last fifteen minutes standing and looking at the lunchroom doorway. "Something wrong must have happened. I don't like this; he should be here by now."
"Well, you not eating isn't helping him get here faster, so sit down and eat, why don't cha'?" Zeke tells me and pulls me down to the bench. Sitting down, I pick up my sandwich and stare at it.
"I know what that look is," says a friend of ours. His name is Ryder. "One of you has a crush on someone."
Both of us freeze in mid bites and look at each other and then deny it immediately, "No, that's not it, you're crazy!"
The table erupts in laughter, and the boy sitting next to me, named Cory, elbows me in the side and says, "Oh my God, he's right, isn't he? ... you both said it at the same time."
"So, we do that..."
"...all the time it doesn't..."
"...mean anything."
Laughter gets louder, and we're starting to get embarrassed as we notice the other tables starting to look our way. Then Chet speaks and calms everyone down before we all get into trouble. "Look guys, you only do that twin thing when you're excited and or you're nervous, so which is it?"
I look at Zeke and he returns my look with suspicion, "We do it when we're nervous..."
"...or excited. I'd never thought about..."
Then looking at Chet at the same time, they say as one, "....it that way, Are you sure?"
A smile crosses Chet's face and he stares intently into both of our eyes and then rests on mine. After a long look, his smile grows and he asks, "What is her name?"
"Who's?"
"The girl you're crushing on."
Then, a welcome distraction, Harry stands up and yells, "Look, it's that genius kid from geometry that has a photo memory."
"Where?" I ask, wanting to see this geometry protégé.
"There in line with the yellow backpack!"
As soon as I tap Zeke's shoulder, he knows, and we both almost fall over each other to get up out off the bench.
I found a group of eighth graders to follow, and I guessed I blended in because I lost that man that was chasing me. I felt pretty safe when I entered the lunchroom, so I got in line and purchased a bag of chips, a fruit roll up, and a chocolate milk. I know I'm almost out of time, so I turn to scan the room for an empty table. That's when I heard it...
"There he is! Get him!" I turned just in time to see Bobby Tons and his goon squad coming for me. I dropped my tray and it hit the floor with a clang! The items I bought are scattered across the floor, and I watch, with nowhere to run, as they close the distance on me. Then, right before they reached me, they stopped and looked confused.
"There you are!"
Zack's hand gently lays on my shoulder and spins me around carefully, "We were worried something could be wrong?" Then he messes up my hair and I lean into his touch a little, so he knows I want it to last.
"By `we'... you mean you, don't you?" Zeke says, and he gives me a little nudge on my other shoulder with his fist. "I knew you would be okay. You're a smart kid."
Then both the twins look up at Bobby and his stupid friends. After a few seconds of staring, the twins say, "Hiya Bobby, is there something wrong?"
One of Bobby's friends pulls on his shoulder a little, and they begin to head to the lunch line. "Nope, we're good."
Zeke watches Zack help me pick up my stuff while Bobby and his dumb friends get in line. Then we all return to the table. Cory, from class, slides over so I can sit next to Zack, and we all have about twenty-five minutes to eat and talk.
"Hey, AJ," a few of my friends say.
I recognized them right away from class and said softly, "Hey," and raised my chip bag over his face.
Zack shrugged and mussed my hair up, "He's really shy. We're still working on that."
"You should have just walked with us to lunch, AJ," Brian offers right before he takes a big bite of his apple.
A kid I don't know sits across from me quietly looking around the room, and I have no idea what he's looking for. Then Zack speaks up, but is cut off when the kid holds up his hand to silence him. Then his eyes settled on me. "You don't know who Zack is crushing on, do you?"
"He's... what?" I say softly.
"You know, falling in love with, has a crush on?" The boy across from me asks while watching both my and Zack's reactions. My eyes shift back and forth between the twins, settling on Zack. For some reason, his face is solid and un-bothered. I begin to blush and try to hide my face with my chip bag when Zack interrupts his little interrogation.
"That's enough, Chet. Don't embarrass the little guy."
Chet's eyes go wide, and slowly he switches from Zack's face to mine, then back again. What is going on? Did I do something wrong?
"No way!" Chet semi-shouts and stands up.
"Chet!" yells Zeke, loud enough to alert the tables around us. "Brian was talking about the cool trick AJ did in class today. No one wants to hear what you think."
Chet looks around and locks eyes on Zeke and sits down. "Sorry, Brian, what were you saying?" He digs through his pack and gets a paper and a pen. He writes down a note, then folds it carefully and gives it to Zack. He reads it first, then nods to him and gives me the note to read next. `Sorry-got excited. I won't tell--I promise!' I must look a little confused, so Zack whispers in his ear what happened, and then I smile and give Chet a little nod as I eat my fruit roll-up.