Date: Sat, 02 Oct 2021 18:45:25 +0000 From: Isuccum Subject: What came next 6 What Came Next A sequel to `The Valley Cottage' Please show your appreciation for Nifty providing this site free of charge and send them a donation to help meet the costs of keeping this site open. Chapter 6 Martin's eyes grew quite big when Dad said that about sharing a room. I had forgotten that I hadn't told him about telling my parents why Dad had to come and fetch me from his house. I could see he was bursting to ask a question, but with my parents there he couldn't in case what he thought was not correct. As soon as we had finished eating, he said that he was feeling quite tired and thought perhaps he should go and shower and get to bed. Dad had a twinkle in his eye, as he could see right through Martin's explanation, but he was kind enough to go along with Martin and excuse both of us. Martin moved the fastest he had since we had brought him home. Albeit, it still wasn't as fast as he was before being beaten by his father. He was quite impatient with himself, because he couldn't move as fast as he would like. He was desperate to get to somewhere private where he could ask his questions. The bathroom door had barely closed before he asked, "Does your dad know about us?" "Yeah. When your dad sent me to wait for Dad outside on the road, I knew that I had to be honest with him. I don't think he even blinked when I told them. Dad told me not to talk on the way home. He thought it would be easier to save it and only have to say it once to both Mum and him, than to have to repeat whatever it was that had caused your dad to kick me out and shout at my dad over the phone. So I told them the truth about us. Mum just hugged me, and Dad said something like it might just be a phase or it could be that I really am gay. But to them it didn't matter. I am their son, and they will love me the same, come what may." "Shit! You're so lucky. Look at me and what that shit head did to me. To his own son. For fucks sake! You know, that's what hurts the most. I'm not just some gay stranger he's taken a dislike to. He chained me up like a wild animal, and left me naked with no way to cover myself. Then he came to the shed every few hours and just shouted and yelled as he beat me. I couldn't even stand up and fight back with that chain around my neck." Martin had to choke back a sob and stopped talking while trying to gain some control. I stepped close to him and put my arms around him. "You're safe now, and while I like to see you naked, you don't have to stay naked. I'm not sure Mum would approve." "Well, they have been very kind to me. I don't think I want to go and upset them, so I guess I will wear clothes when I'm going to be around them." Martin appeared to have cheered up a bit, as he grinned when saying the last bit. "And speaking of naked, let's get these clothes off you so we can shower." I began to help Martin strip off. Once he was naked, I stripped off myself. I had no intention of just sitting there watching him. I was going to support and help him in the shower as well. As I helped him into the cubicle I said, "You must tell me if I'm pressing too hard and if it's hurting anywhere. I don't want to cause you more pain." The shower was an experience. I was shocked by just how much bruising he had. Although some were beginning to yellow and fade, there was hardly a square inch of skin that didn't have a bruise. Even his cock was bruised, although this seemed to be the bit that was healing the quickest. When I pulled his foreskin back to wash there, I could see signs of bruising on the head. I gave it a gentle squeeze and asked if that hurt. "No. Even hard my cock doesn't hurt. My balls ache a bit, but the doctor said it didn't look like there was any permanent damage to my jewels." I washed that part very well and suggested that maybe it wasn't bruising but dirt and that if I rubbed it long enough the dirt would come off. The dirt didn't come off, but his cock did, and he sprayed out a fair amount of cum. I passed on tasting the cum that was plastered over my hand, because it was mixed with shower gel, and I knew that would not taste so nice. I still had a boner, but it was clear that Martin wasn't up to helping me out. We each dried ourselves off and wrapped our towels around us to go back to my room. I dug in my dresser and found a pair of shorts with an elasticated waist and passed them to Martin. "I think those will fit you. Tomorrow we'll get your clothes, and then you'll have what you need." The shorts did fit him, and after I had pulled on a pair of shorts, we went back downstairs. The look on Mum's face was sheer horror. It was the first time she had seen more than just his face and arms. She came towards Martin to give him a hug and then stopped. "What did that man do to you?" she cried. "I would give you a hug, but I'm afraid it would hurt you." Martin wasn't sure how to react and just stood there. Dad came through to see what Mum was on about and stopped in his tracks when he saw Martin's bruising. Although he had been at the shed, I had put the sacks over Martin, and then the paramedics had covered him with one of their blankets, so this was the first time Dad had seen Martin without a shirt on. I saw his expression change from the initial shock he had shown to one of anger. His fists clenched and then he said, "If that man ever tries to come near you, I'll let him know what it's like to be on the receiving end of a two by four." Martin still did not move or make a sound. I stepped close to him and took his hand to lead him into the lounge so he could sit down. I used the remote to turn the tele on and asked him what he wanted to watch. "I don't care. My eyes still aren't quite right yet. I think the swelling needs to go down a bit more," he answered "Okay, we'll just turn it off and maybe talk instead. Do you want something to drink?" I asked. "Just a glass of water, thanks. I need to take those pills they gave me," Martin replied. I went off to the kitchen to get his water and decided I'd have the same. When I returned with the glasses Mum and Dad were standing in the lounge, and Dad had just asked Martin how he felt now that he'd had a rest and a shower. I handed Martin his glass and said I would just go upstairs and get his pills. I put my glass down and dashed up the stairs. Not that there was any hurry; I just didn't want to leave Martin too long to face my parents alone. When I got back I handed the box to Martin and sat down next to him. "I can't make out the words on here. Can you tell me what it says I should do, please?" Martin asked, handing me the box. "Are your eyes troubling you?" Mum asked quickly. "I'm still not seeing that clearly. I think the swelling needs to go down a bit more still," Martin replied. "Oh, I see. Well, if that doesn't get them right, we'll make sure to take you to the doctor," Mum said. "Okay, this says to take two capsules four time a day," I told him. "When last did you take the medicine?" Dad asked. "This morning at the hospital," Martin said. "Oh, well we've missed a dose. Sorry, Martin. We should have checked that for you," Dad said. "It's okay, at least that means that I'm not feeling the pain so much now," Martin responded. I was still holding the box of tablets and took out two, which I passed to Martin. He swallowed them with a half a glass of water and then leant back into the sofa, trying to muffle his groan. "How are you really feeling?" Dad asked. "I'm feeling a lot better, thanks. I'm still sore, and those pills they've given me have only helped a bit," Martin said. "Yeah, they call them pain killers, but they never really kill the pain; just wound it," Dad said and chuckled. "I really want to thank you for all you're doing for me. When I was lying there in the hospital I was worried that they'd just send me home to get beaten again. And maybe this time I wouldn't get saved," Martin said. "There was no chance of that happening. The social people would have found somewhere for you if we hadn't offered," Dad assured him. "What about Bethany? Do you know what's happened to her?" Martin asked. "I believe your sister is staying with a friend who will be going to the same university as she is when the term starts," Mum said. "I was worried when she didn't come and visit me in the hospital," Martin said. "I'll try and get a phone number for her. If she wants to, she can come and visit you here," Dad said. "If I can find my mobile tomorrow, I'll give her a call and see if she answers," Martin said. "Yes, of course! I should have thought of that. Mobile phones are just that and move with the person. If you know her number, we can try ringing now. It's not too late," Dad said. "I don't know the number off the top of my head. I never needed to learn it. I'd just pull it up on my phone and call her," Martin admitted. "Yes, that's one thing they've done for us: taken away the need to remember numbers or have a phone book," Mum said. "I know it's a bit early yet, but you've had a pretty hectic day, and you've got another one tomorrow. I'd suggest you don't stay up too late." "Thank you. I don't think I'd be able to anyway. Even with the sleep I had this afternoon, I'm still tired," Martin said. "The pain killers will be adding to it, but the stress from this trauma will have sapped your energy. Expect to be tired for a few more days," Mum told Martin. "What do you think is going to happen to Dad?" Martin asked. "I'm not sure. I know both your parents are being held at the police station, and I suspect that your father will go to prison. Your mother might not; that depends on how the judge looks at her. She must have known what your father was doing to you, and it seems she didn't try to stop him or to help you. At the very least she is guilty of neglect," Dad said. Mum changed the subject by asking Martin what sort of foods he liked to eat and if there was anything he absolutely hated. "Yeah, Mum's herbal soup. That tasted worse than castor oil," Martin said. "Other than that, I like pretty much anything." We chatted for a little longer, then Martin said he was ready for bed, and the two of us went up together. I followed Martin to his room and made sure he was comfortable in his bed. I bent down and kissed him on his forehead. "Goodnight. Sleep well. I hope the pain is gone by the morning." "Thank you, Mother," Martin replied and laughed for a little bit before stopping and holding his side as he grimaced with the pain laughing caused him. I gave him a one fingered salute, with a grin on my face. "If you need anything during the night, just come and get me. I'll do what I can," I told him as I reached the door. I turned his light out and pulled his door closed. Back in my room I pulled off my shorts and climbed into bed, then began to feel around for the old t shirt I kept under the mattress. I couldn't find it, so I got out the bed and pushed my hand in under the mattress. I found what I wanted and turned the light out after I was back in the bed. Helping Martin had left me really horny, and by the time I had got the t shirt spread over my tummy I was already hard. Even thinking about doing it, I usually still had to play with my cock to get it fully hard. But this night I was there already. I started by just working my foreskin down and back over my cock head until I was pushing out a decent flow of pre-cum. At least I was lucky that way and didn't usually need any other lube. I was randy, but I also wanted to have a good wank and forced myself to take it slow. As I worked my foreskin over my cock head, I thought about what I had done with Martin earlier and knew he would do for me once he was well enough. Then I thought back to what we were doing in the shed and I began to rub a finger over my rosebud. Martin and I would be doing some more exploring in that region too. The finger I'd been rubbing over my hole felt a bit dry and I brought it up to my nose. I couldn't smell anything bad there, so I stuck it in my mouth and got it good and wet. I spread some saliva over my hole but knew it wasn't enough; I sucked on two fingers several times transferring my spit to my crack and making it wet enough to last for a while as I tried to push a finger in. Although I had gone to bed a little earlier than I normally did, I kept my wank going until well after my normal bed time. I reckoned I had hit a new record for keeping my cock hard, as I had lasted longer than an hour. But all good things must come to an end, and eventually I could no longer force myself to edge again. I had enough pre-cum over my cock that I was able to wrap my hand around it and slide up and down slickly and still get my foreskin to move over the hotspot in my fraenulum. At the same time, I was pumping my index finger on the other hand into my bum. My speed increased until my whole body pulled rigidly tight clamping the finger in my bum against my prostate, and with a gasp I began to shoot my spunk. I'm pretty sure that the first blast mostly cleared my head, but a tiny bit did land in my hair. The next lot spattered down over my face, and after that I got a trail of cum down my chest, until I was squeezing the last bits out like I did with the toothpaste when the tube was about empty. I lay for a while scraping the cum off my face and licking it off my fingers. The cum on my torso followed until I just had smears to clean up with the t shirt, which had slipped off my stomach during my wank. I didn't turn the light on to see if there was any mess to clean up above my head. By the morning there was nothing to be seen, so I guess it was alright. I was really satisfied, and it didn't take me long to drop off to sleep that night. It was a good thing that I did, for my sleep was disturbed before I had got enough of it. The first scream must have woken me and the second scream told me that Martin was in trouble. I leapt out of bed and dashed through to his room. Martin was lying curled up in a foetal position, crying and calling out, "No! No. Please, don't hit me again! Please, Dad, don't hit me!" and this was followed by another scream of pain. I climbed onto the bed and put my arms around Martin as best as I could. Then speaking in as a gentle a voice as I could muster through all the adrenalin I had flowing through my body, I tried to comfort him. "It's alright, Martin. You're safe here. Your dad can't get to you here." It took a few minutes for Martin to calm down. I'm not sure at what point he woke up. Once he had stopped screaming, he began to whimper and cry. I just held him and whispered that he was safe and we'd make sure that everything was alright for him. "Thank you," Martin said once his whimpering stopped. It was only then that I realised Martin and I were not alone. Both my parents were standing in the room looking at us, Martin under the covers and me over them, holding him, as naked as the day I was born. It took a few moments for the full impact to hit me. I couldn't even pull the covers over me, because that would have uncovered Martin, who was as naked as I was. I blushed and then sort of stuttered something about not having had time to put a dressing gown on. Dad smiled and left the room, but Mum remained and began fussing over Martin, trying to assure him that he would be alright. Dad returned carrying my dressing gown and draped it over me. As he did so, he bent down and whispered in my ear, "Nothing to be ashamed of, boy." He wasn't teasing, either. Dad did tease, but not with something like this. He was definitely trying to comfort me in my embarrassment. With me covered and Martin finally calm, Dad suggested that maybe I should stay with Martin and we all could get back to sleep. I quietly asked Martin if he would like me to stay with him and he just nodded his head. Once Mum and Dad had left the room I pushed the gown off and got under the covers, spooning my body around Martin, who was still curled up in the way I had found him. I put my arm over his side and just let it rest there. It didn't take long for me to realise that Martin had gone back to sleep. I lay awake quite a while before sleep overtook my active mind again.