The Angel of Retribution - 2. Chapter 2

I woke and immediately became aware that I was alone in bed. I slipped out and walked down the hall to Bobby’s bedroom where I saw Nana lying on the floor beside the boy’s bed where he was lying on his stomach out from under the cover and totally nude. I saw his stripes and wanted to go and comfort him, but held myself back knowing that any physical contact between an adult man and a youth wasn’t permitted.

“Nana, out?” and she jumped up.

We went out and she did her morning job. Inside I fed her and gave her some water. After she ate, she returned to Bobby’s bed. I went to my office and placed a call to the local CPS office.

“CPS, how may I direct your call?”

“Yes, some people I know kicked their son out of the house and I would like to see if I can become his foster parent.”

“One moment, I’ll transfer your call.”

“Beth Sommerfeld, how may I help you?”

“Yes, some people I know kicked their son out of their house last night and I would like to see if I can become his foster parent.”

“Where is the child at this moment?”

“Hopefully, he’s still asleep. You see they beat him and whipped him before kicking him out of the house. He’s in quite a bit of pain.”

“Did you take him to an emergency room?”

“Yes, Cross Lake Hospital.”

“Do you have post-admission instructions?”

“Yes, sitz baths three times a day and pain medication as needed.”

“What is your contact information.”

I gave her what she needed and she said she’d be out later in the day to meet with me and Bobby.

I went to Bobby’s room and gently woke him. He looked at me and then said, “I’m naked.”

“Don’t let it bother you. I’m going to see a lot more of your skin before we’re through with this. Come on, get up, it’s time for breakfast.”

“Do I have to put on any clothes?”

“I’d prefer you did, but since we haven’t sorted out your clothes, you can remain undressed. Cream of Wheat okay for you?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that.”

“Okay, Cream of Wheat it is,” I said.

And, then the phone rang. It was Bobby’s ringtone. “Hello?” I asked.

“What are you doing with my son?”

“Frank, what are you calling for?”

“I want to know what you’re doing with my son.”

“You threw him out. What business is it yours what I’m doing?”

“I just want you to know. I’ll come after you if you do my son evil.”

“Look, you stupid fucker, you threw your son out of your house. You threw him out. You have no right to ask what I’m doing with him.”

And, I hung up.

“My dad?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, stupid fucker seems to think he can worry about what happens to you.”

“He’s like that.”

“Well, not with me. Fuck! I’m completely off with having breakfast. How about McDonald’s?”

“I don’t know where my clothes are.”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll go get it.”

When I returned from Mickey D’s there was a strange car in the driveway. I called the local gendarmes and they arrived practically in an instant.

“That car doesn’t belong in my driveway,” I said.

“Stay here, sir, while we check it out,” one of the officers said.

They went in, weapons drawn. Soon, Frank was pushed out the front door and I heard the wail of an approaching aid car. I walked up to the front door.

“Do you know this gentleman?” an officer asked. “He claims you are his friend.”

“What happened inside?” I asked.

“He is the spawn of the devil and must be punished,” Frank said.

“No, this man is not my friend. He whipped his son last night and kicked him out. If it weren’t for me, the boy would be on the streets. No, this man deserves everything he gets.”

“That’s all we need to know, sir,” the officer said pushing Frank to the patrol car.

“Hey! What do I do about his car?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have it towed.”

The aid car pulled up and the two medics got out. I went inside with them. They went about their duties and finally asked Bobby’s situation.

“We were at Cross Lake Hospital last night after he had been whipped and beaten by his parents. This morning his father somehow got into my house and I believe he whipped him, again.”

“Yes, that’s what it looks like. The contusions are rather severe, but if you have care instructions from Cross Lake, you should be able to care for him without us transporting him to Twin Forks.”

“Do you mind if I go speak with him?”

“No, go right ahead.”

I went into Bobby’s bedroom where Nana sat looking at me.

“Bobby, how are you doing?” I asked.

“He said he was going to forgive me,” Bobby whispered. “I let him in and he started whipping me, again. Nana started barking at him and she forced him out into the living room until the police came.”

“Do you feel you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, I’m okay, as long as you’re here.”

“I’ll never leave you alone, again,” I said

“Don’t be silly, sir, you know you have to go on errands until I’m better.”

“Yes, but you’re not to open the front door unless I’m here.”

“Yes, sir.”

I went out to the living room where the medics were being guarded by Nana. They were doing everything they could to avoid provoking the dog. Little did they know she was just as likely to roll on her back for a paws up tummy rub.

“Nana, go to Bobby,” I said and watched her bound into the hall.

“Well, sir, if you don’t need us, we’ll be off,” one of the medics said.

“I just can’t imagine how a parent can do such a thing to their own offspring,” I said.

“Religion can make people act quite irrationally,” the other medic said.

“Yeah, I have to agree with that,” I said. “Well, thank you gentlemen for responding to the call. It’s appreciated.”

“I hope the boy has a speedy recovery,” the medic said as they walked out the door.

I got in the Denali just as a tow truck showed up. The aid car left and I got out to ensure the tow truck had come for Frank’s car.

“I’m here for a police impound,” the tow truck driver said.

“That’ll be the Impala,” I said.

“Break-in?”

“Kind of like that.”

“I meet all kinds in my job. Nice car like this and breaking in houses. You wonder what kinda job they had before they turned to crime. Well, at least they left it unlocked, makes it easier for me to roll it up on the bed.”

“Can I put my Denali away?”

“Oh, sure, let me get out of your way. Hey! Are you aware there’s a cellphone in the car seat?”

“Do you mind if I take it. I think I know who it belongs to.”

“Not the perp?”

“Oh, no, definitely not him.”

“I didn’t see it.”

I pulled the Denali into the garage and the door closed on its own. I grabbed our breakfasts and went inside. Bobby was standing naked in the kitchen feeding treats to Nana.

“You don’t have to feed her a lot of treats; she’s already your friend,” I said. “Besides, there is a specific feeding schedule as far as treats go.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be; you didn’t know. Do you have anything loose you can wear? You’ll need something when the CPS woman comes.”

“I have an old nightshirt.”

“Well, that’ll have to do. Oh, here, I believe this is yours,” I said handing him the cell.

“Where did you find this?”

“In the front seat of your dad’s car. Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Oh, I completely forgot.”

“How about I heat these up a bit?”

“Yeah, sure, that’ll be great. Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have sex?”

“Bobby, let me tell you something about gay sex. It is very youth oriented. Young guys like having sex with other young guys. They definitely do not want to have sex with an old fart like me. Besides, I just haven’t been much interested in sex since Bill died.”

“I’ll have sex with you.”

“Bobby, I told you before you’re too young for me, we’re not going to have sex.”

“But, I know I could be good to you.”

“Look young man, we in an adult/child relationship. Parents do not have sex with their children. Period. Now, drop it.”

“I just wanted to be nice to you,” he cried. Real tears welled up in his eyes and he ran from the room.

Our first fight and I felt like I lost it. Too bad I really wanted him in my home. I felt like I could do him some good. It was hard enough being young, but not having support at home could make a world of a difference. I cleaned up the kitchen and went into the guest bath which I scrubbed and rinsed. I ran a few inches considering the smallness of Bobby’s body.

“Bobby, time for your bath,” I called out.

He came in just as naked as at breakfast. He said, “Please help me.”

I steadied him as he stepped into the tub and slowly, wincing all the way, sat in the warm water. I made to leave, but he said, “Could you stay? I want to talk.”

I sat on the toilet cover and said, “Okay, what’s up?”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“Well, as they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

“Yeah, but do you think I’m attractive.”

“Let’s see, we might as well start at the top. Your mop of auburn hair is quite attractive in its general unruliness. Let’s see about your face. It’s longer than broad with prominent cheekbones and a lack of acne. Yes, I would say your head and face are attractive.”

“What about the rest of me?”

“Well, Bobby, to tell you the truth you’re small and emaciated. Your skin is a sickly pale color. Have you ever been out in the sun?”

“No, that’s sinful.”

“Figures.”

“What about my cock?”

“To be honest it’s small and doesn’t have much substance to it. That may because of your general lack of physical structure or quite possibly you were just given a small dick. Shit happens.”

“Do you have a small cock?”

“No, six and a half, soft.”

“Can I see it?”

“No, parents do not show their children their equipment except under special circumstances such as changing into swimming gear at the community pool or at the gym. You’ll have sufficient opportunity to ogle when I take you to the gym.”

“I saw my dad’s every time he whipped me and it would be hard, too.”

“I’m not your father. I hate to say it, but that man is certifiably nutso. How’s the water?”

“Kind of cooling off.”

“Let me check,” I said getting to my feet. I put a few fingers in the tub and felt that the water had gone off. “Okay. up you get. Let me help.”

He winced a bit, but came right up to his feet.

“Look, I’m hard,” he said showing off his erection. “Want to rub it for me?”

I pulled the plug in the tub and pulled the curtain closed. “There you can take care of yourself,” I said.

“Spoil sport,” he said.

“Call me when you’re done and ready for your ointment.”

I went out into the living and sat in the recliner. Nana came over and put her chin on my knee. “Out? Potty?”

She ran to the backdoor and I got up to follow. I called out to Bobby, “Potty break for Nana. Be back in a bit. Be sure to wash your cum out of the tub.”

When I got back and had given Nana her treat, I went to the bathroom. The curtain was still pulled close.

“Bobby, are you okay, boy? I asked.

“It won’t work, sir. I can’t make it shoot.”

“Considering you’re living in a strange house with a stranger and you’ve been severely abused by your parents it’s little wonder you’re having trouble having an orgasm. Come on, let’s get you out of the tub and I’ll get the ointment on your back. When we finish I’ll give you some cream that will help you have an orgasm. Come on, step out of the tub.”

He stood on the bath mat and I put the towel over his cock to dry it. He stared directly into my eyes as his body shuddered.

“Why you little stinker you played me for that,” I said.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, did you enjoy it?

“Yes, I did and I’m going to enjoy the next one and the next one, too.”

“Well, that’s going to be difficult because you’ll be drying your own cock from now on. In fact, if it’s up front you’ll dry it.”

“You’re no fun. Want to smell my stuff? It’s tangy.”

“Throw the towel in the sink. I’ll get you a new one.”

“Why don’t you want to have any fun.”

“Bobby, I don’t consider having sex with a sixteen-year-old who is living in my house fun.”

“But,” and he started to blubber.

“Turn around so I can put this ointment on you and finish drying your front.”

I finished with the ointment and asked, “Have you finished drying your front?”

“No,” he blubbered.

“Turn around.” I took the towel and began to rub him down. I got up between his legs and felt how incredibly small his testicles were. I removed the towel and felt them again with my fingers.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well, I’m not a professional, but I think your testicles are too small.”

“What will happen?”

“Don’t know, probably testosterone supplements.”

“Will they make my cock bigger?”

“Probably not. I think you’re a little too old to be adding heft and length to that little worm between your legs.”

“Little worm? I swear I’ll make you suck it. I will, sir. Promise.”

“Not going to happen, Bobby. No sex between us. You didn’t have sex with your real parents and you’re not going to have sex with me.”

“Dad raped me when I was twelve.”

“Oh, Bobby, where does this end?”

“He’s already raped Stan.”

“Oh my god, that man is an animal.”

“I just thought you should know.”

“Oh, Bobby.” I spread my arms and enveloped him in my embrace. So many horrors in one family, I could barely fathom the evil in that house. He started to cry and I took him back to his bedroom. I looked at what clothes I could see in the boxes and they were just rags.

“Lay down,” I said. I covered him with a sheet. “Rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

At that moment the doorbell rang and I went to the door. There was an officious woman standing on the porch. I opened the storm door and she said, “Hello, Mr. Hughes, Beth Sommerfeld with CPS. Can we talk?”

“Oh, yes, certainly, come in.”

“Lovely home you have. Is Robert settling in.”

“Well, yes, but I never realized what a bag of emotions teens are. The recliner is the best seat in the house.”

“What about the sofa?”

“You might end up with a German shepherd in your lap.”

“Oh, I don’t mind about that. I have three at home. Do you have a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Girls are best, none of that dominance shit. We had a representative go out to the family home as they are in a different county. They claim that Robert is dead.”

“That sounds about right. They’re a bit religious.”

“More importantly, when the representative was given access she found a naked young boy who had been severely beaten and raped.”

“Dear ol’ Frank. What a father.”

“The boy is in a hospital now and will be there for a couple days. Do you want him? Do you have room for him?”

“I have an extra room, but I can rearrange things to turn it into another bedroom.”

“Very good, I was hoping you would agree to take the boy. Keeping brothers together is so important. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh, yes, definitely.”

“May I speak with Robert now?”

“Oh, yes, though he is resting from his sitz bath.”

After about half an hour she came out of the hall and confronted me, “When I was speaking with Robert he said that you touched his testicles. Why did you do that?”

“After his sitz bath, I was drying him and in the course of drying his scrotum I noticed his testicles felt unusually small. So, I felt his scrotum with my bare fingers and confirmed that both testicles do seem improperly small.”

“Very good, Mr. Hughes, you acted as a parent should. Here’s your paperwork. Please get it into our office as soon as possible. Okay?”

“I’ll get on it today,” I said as I let her out.

I went into the extra bedroom and tried to decide how I was going to arrange things. I noticed Bobby was at my side and said, “You’re naked.”

“I’m always naked. What’re you doing?”

“I have to turn this room into a bedroom. Stan is coming to join us.”

“Stan? Is he okay?”

“No, he’s in the hospital from what your father did to him.”

“I’m going to kill him. I swear I am.”

“No, you’re not. We’ll let the courts deal with this.”

“Can I help?”

“Yes, take that TV monitor off the wall and take it into your room. I’ll mount it there.”

“Why don’t you leave it here and get a new one for me?”

“Oh, yes, that’s probably the best way. I have to move the treadmill into my room and the recumbent bike into the family room.”

“Why don’t you move both items to the family room?”

“Yes, that’s probably best.”

“Sir, are you okay?”

“Huh? No, no, I can’t think right now. Stan was hurt and you’re hurt, too. Bobby, you don’t have any clothes on. You need to wear something, anything will do.”

“Sir, come into your bedroom. I think it’s time you had a little lie down.”

“Yes, a little nap.”

The next thing I became aware of was lying on my back on my bed and Bobby lying beside me with his cast across my chest. I don’t know how long I slept, but in the middle of my sleep I had the distinct sensation of having an erection and the sensations of having a wet dream. I felt my trousers being filled with cum and suddenly my eyes opened wider. I looked down, but my erection had subsided. I stuck my hands in my trousers, but I was completely dry. Then I noticed Bobby had left the bed.

I went into the extra bathroom and saw Bobby beating off. I stood there quietly and watched him. After a few minutes, he arched his back and shot small droplets of cum onto his tummy.

He turned to me and said, “Enjoy the show?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Did you suck my cock?”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I thought I was having a wet dream. But, Bobby, you know the rule. We do not have sex. Especially, with Stan coming to live here. Do you understand?”

“Yes, when Stan moves in you and I stop having sex.”

“That isn’t the rule. You and I do not have sex. Period.”

“No, sir, we do have sex because you want it and I need it. I’m going to suck your cock because you like it when I do that. You’re going to fuck me because I like that. My dad raped me, but he forgot one thing. I’m gay and I like being fucked. So, tonight when we go to bed you’re going to fuck me because I like it and you want me to feel good.”

“I can’t acquiesce to any of your demands. I am the adult in this relationship and I will not perform sex acts with you no matter what you say.”

“Then I have only one choice. I’m going to call CPS and tell them you’re forcing me to have sex with you. You’ll be ruined. You may even be arrested.”

“Bobby, you forget one thing. Yes, you may report me, but you and Stan will be put in foster homes that may not be to your liking.”

“Won’t you at least kiss me?”

“Kiss you, hmm, that’s an interesting question. Do you want me to kiss you as I might kiss a lover?”

“Yes, can’t you at least do that?”

“But, Bobby, dear, we are not lovers. You said so yourself. We are only sex partners. Do you want me to kiss you as a lover?”

“Oh, sir, you’re confusing me,” he blubbered.

“Look, child, you want to have sex with me in many of the ways your father had sex with you. He raped you and now you want to rape me. You can’t have it both ways. You’re forcing me to submit to your sexual demands in much the same way your father forced you. But, I will not submit to your demands to save my place in society.”

“Why can’t we just have sex?”

“Because just having sex carries with it the demands of good society. We can’t have sex as you wish. If we have sex, it will be without love, caring, or hope for better times.”

“No matter how you say it, I don’t win.”

“This isn’t about winning or losing, it’s simply about sex. You get your jollies by getting off. There’s nothing more.”

“There has to be something more.”

“Sorry, Bobby, but your terms of sex with me do not carry additional benefits.”

We went back to the second bedroom and finished getting it ready for Stan. I was going to have to go into town and get a twin bed and maybe a headboard. Then I saw the need for a nightstand and lamp. I would go into town tomorrow and get all of that. I gave Bobby his second sitz bath and true to form he came up out of the water fully hard. He stared into my eyes, but I refused to satisfied his need. There was no feeling, no expectation of recompense. I ignored his youthful desire and let him dry his body. I put the ointment on and told him I was going to finish his paperwork and that he should finish sorting through his clothes so that I could go to the store and buy him new.

That night we ordered in a pizza and ate it at the dining table. After dinner, Bobby asked what there was to do. I offered a video and we watched it. Afterward, I gave him his third bath of the day. When he came up out of the water, he was hard again and asked me to suck him. I told him we weren’t going to have sex and he stared bullets through me. I applied the ointment and said I was going to bed. He could do as he pleased.

Not surprising, he followed me into my bedroom. He watched me undress and put on my pajamas. I looked at him and said, “Well?”

“You have a good-sized cock,” he said.

“Thank you, I like it.”

“Will you fuck me?”

“Do you need a fuck?”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“You know, you’re making it like I want it,” he blubbered.

“Bobby, don’t cry; children cry; you’re not a child. Now, do you want me to fuck you?”

“No, not really.”

“Now, go turn out the lights and come back here. You can sleep with me tonight.”