A Deep Love by James
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Here comes Chapter 6. The rules are the same. If it's illegal for you to read this type of story, or if you are not of the legal age to do so, then leave. Also, this story contains sexual situations between teen mails; if this offends you, then leave.
Chapter 6
We sat with Bengy and Patrick and talked with them for a while. Bengy was telling Josh, Patrick, and I everything else he had been through throughout his life then more about the physical abuse he had to endure the past few weeks. We all three took turns hugging him and when Patrick sat down beside his bed-side again, he took Bengy's hand in his own and their hands remained locked together like that for the rest of the visit.
Eventually, Bengy fell asleep and Patrick decided that he wanted to go back home to sleep himself. We took him back to Josh's house and we stood beside the bed in the guest bedroom while Patrick removed his shoes and socks. He then pulled back the covers and got in to bed. I went over and we shared a hug. I then kissed him on his cheek. Josh came over and did the same thing and we then went back to Josh's room.
"He's an adorable little angel isn't he," Josh said as we sat against the headboard of his bed cuddling.
"He sure is," I replied.
"So is Bengy."
"Yeah," I agreed and then kissed Josh on the back of his ears and the back of his neck. He giggled lightly and did the same to me.
"I love you Josh," I said.
"I love you too Michael," Josh replied. "May I give you a back rub?"
"Sure," I said smiling. I moved so I could lay back fully on the bed. I then lifted up as Josh removed my shirt. He then gently turned me over on to my stomach and he started with my shoulders. He kneaded the muscles and put his thumbs together and moved them down the area of my spine. I relaxed a little more as he continued to massage my back.
"Oh, oh Josh," I said softly. "That feels so good."
"I'm glad you like that," he whispered. He then rubbed my back up and down with slow, gentle strokes then went back to kneading the muscles. He did it for a few more minutes, then he rested an arm around my back. "Is that good?"
"Yeah," I said sleepily.
"Wow," he said smiling. "I'm actually putting you to sleep."
"It sure is relaxing."
"Well, if you want to get a little rest, go ahead. I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Okay."
I snuggled in to Josh's arms and fell asleep. My dreams of him were sweet and pleasant.
Later that afternoon, I had Chad and Patrick distract Josh as I went to the store that he got my ring from. I wanted to give him something that would symbolize our love for him as did the ring that he gave to me.
I waited in the store for a few minutes while the engraver did his work on the ring. He got it finished then brought it over to me.
"How does it look?" he asked.
I examined it carefully, then I handed it back to him so he could place it back in its box.
"It looks so wonderful," I said.
"He must be very special," the man said.
"Excuse me," I said instantly getting on guard.
"It's alright," the man said putting a hand on my shoulder. "I can tell just in the way you are that you're family."
"Family?" I asked.
"It's a slang term meaning that one is gay like another."
"Oh," I said. "So you're gay like me?"
"Yeah," he replied. "My name by the way is Donny."
"You look pretty young," I said. "The engravers I've seen throughout my days have been older people."
"Well, that's Sangger for ya."
"So how old are you?" I asked.
"I'm 20. Mind me asking how old you are?"
"I'm 15," I said."
"Well," Donny began. "This is probably none of my business, but who is your guy?"
"He's a guy I go to school with."
"He isn't Josh Andrews is he?"
"He is. You mean you were the one who did the ring he gave to me?"
"I am," Donny answered.
As we stood there, I suddenly got flashbacks of Bengy and Patrick and all that they had been through. I then remembered what Ashley had said to me about my father running off and that causing me to be gay. I could start to feel all of the emotions catching up with me. I tried to move my eyes away from Donny's, but he already saw whatever look was within them.
"My break is up in about two minutes. We'll get a pop from across the street if you want to talk."
"Okay," I said just about to cry.
We sat at an outside table across the street at the Sunset Café where I had had breakfast earlier that morning. I told Donny about everything that Bengy and Patrick had gone through and also about what Ashley said to us in Bengy's room then what she had said to me out in the hall.
"You don't believe what Ashley said about homosexuality do you?" Donny asked once I finished telling the story.
"No, but it still hurts to hear stuff like that when you're just trying to live your own life," I said.
"I understand. I was sent to that place that Patrick was sent to when I was 14 years old," Donny explained. "I eventually told them anything they wanted to hear so that they would let me go. I stayed there for almost two months.
Once I returned home, I tried like Patrick did to not slip up. That all was in vane though. The second weekend in September, my dad came home. He was in a bad mood and he came in to my room. He started telling me about how he knew I was still gay and that he wasn't fooled by my cover. He then knocked me around, then he raped me.
He did it with such force that I past out seconds after he had his orgasm. For a couple of weeks, I stayed silent, then I got up the courage to tell my school principal about what had happened. When I told him, he made a call to the police then to the hospital. I was given a rape exam at the hospital and I was placed in to foster care with Adam and Kelley Johnson. After that, I was adopted by a family who was from Mexico. They knew another Mexican family and the parents in this other family had a son who was 15 like me. His name was Juan and he and I just had our commitment ceremony last year on this date."
"That's wonderful," I said. I then got up and hugged Donny. "So did you get counseling for what you had been through?"
"Yes," Donny replied. "Juan and his and my adoptive families were very supportive through it all."
Larry Marks drove to the Cure All institution to get with a round of boys that were sent there that morning. He wasn't forgetting at all what happened between he and the two boys last night.
"You two bastards will pay," Larry thought in his mind. "Being born gay my ass. You're going to wish you had turned straight by the time I'm finished with you two."
Larry's mind began to picture Michael and Josh, although he didn't know that that's what their names were at that time.
He turned in to the parking lot and shut off the car. Getting out of the car, he saw a man and a woman. Between the two of them was a boy who looked to be about 15 years old. He walked over to them.
"I'm Larry Marks," Larry said. "How can I help you?"
"I'm Jessica Dean and this is my husband Jack. And this, is our sinner of a son named John. We want this evil cured out of him."
"Mom," John began. "Please don't make me do this."
"You need to be quiet," Mr. Dean said. "We'll be leaving now."
"I'll take good care of your son Mrs. And Mr. Dean," Larry said as they headed to their car.
Once the car was out of sight, Larry turned to John.
"You'll come with me now. You don't comply with my orders, I'll make you pay."
John did as he was told and he stayed close to Larry. Larry opened the door to the center and motioned to a guard. The guard came over and quickly handcuffed John's hands behind his back. The two men took John down the hall and down some stairs and in to another world.
A white room stood before John and in the center of the room stood a table with straps on either side of it. At the head of the table sat a cart that had an anesthesia machine on it. Just then a doctor came from a room that was across from where John was standing.
"I'm Dr. Terry," the doctor said. "I'll be helping in your care."
"What are you going to do?" John asked.
"We ask the questions around here," Larry said angrily. "Now get up on the table."
John stood there for a moment and Larry grabbed him. He rained blow after blow on to John's face and then stood over him. "I'll kill you if I have to you disgusting faggot. Now get up on the table!"
John picked himself up off the floor and stumbled over to the table. He sat down on its edge.
"Remove your clothes," Dr. Terry said. "Don't even try to argue."
John removed all of his clothing and then he was instructed to lay back on the table full-length. He did so and his wrists and ankles were secured to the sides of the table and a chest strap was tightly placed around his chest.
"Administer the anesthetic now," Dr. Terry said.
Suddenly, John felt an anesthesia mask being clamped down over his face. He tried to move his head, but a hand held his head firmly to the table. He coughed a couple of times as the acrid vapors filled his nose and mouth. He then took in a breath, then another. The lights then went from bright, to fuzzy, then to black.
Larry then left the room. This part of the work did not concern him. He went out of the center and got in to his car. He drove along and then reached the park. He got out of his car and began walking.
He looked to his right and saw two boys. They put their arms around each other and shared a kiss. Larry ran up to them and stood there.
"Mr.," the taller of the two boys began. "Please don't tell our parents."
"I won't," Larry said. "But there is a price. You'll have to come with me."
"Look," the shorter of the two boys began.
"Just do as I say," Larry said.
"Sure we will," the tall boy said, then punched Larry as hard as he could. Dark rage over-took Larry's mind and body. He grabbed the two boys and dragged them to his car. He then got them in to the back seat and he got in the driver's seat. He then started the car and drove off.
David Philips sat in his room in horrible pain. His father had just beaten him again because he broke one of the plates when he was washing the dishes that afternoon. David's father was beating him ever since he was little.
It was worse now also because David's father had been raping him for the past couple of weeks. David's father would force him to give him oral sex and the only thing that David was glad about was the fact that his father had enough since to use a condom. Mr. Philips reason for raping David was because he was giving David what all Faggots wanted; a nice fat cock to suck. This was what Mr. Philips told David anyway.
As David sat there, he started to think of how to get out of his dad's violent world and he had to really think about how to do this. His dad was very resourceful and smart enough to know when David was thinking up something.
Just then, David heard his door opening. He looked up to see his father coming in to his room.
"You're going to be mine in every sense of the word," Mr. Philips said lowering his voice to a dark, threatening tone. "Get up on your bed and remove your clothes."
"D'''D'''Dad," David began. "Please, don't make me do this. I didn't mean to break the plate. I'''."
"Shut up!" his father yelled at him. "This isn't about any damn plate and you know it! I won't have a faggot for a son and I'll punish you for being one!"
Just then, Mr. Philips ran at his son and grabbed him. He practically ripped his clothes off of him and slammed him down on the bed. Mr. Philips then rolled a condom on his penis and shoved it in to his son.
David felt as though a blow-torch was being ignited in his rectum.
"You like that don't you," Mr. Philips said as he thrust in and out of David. David felt as though he were being crushed each time his father's thrusts hit home. He tried to take his mind away, but he couldn't, then he felt his father's thrusts get faster and more violent.
With each thrust home, David felt the breath get slammed right out of his body and then after his father's orgasm was over, he poled roughly out of his son.
David started crying and he felt like nothing but trash. His father then punched and kicked him several times.
"Hope you enjoyed your first time you dirty faggot," Mr. Philips said. He then left the room closing the door behind him.
Author Note
I apologize for the delay in posting. Personal problems have gotten in the way of my writing. This chapter will be out here shortly.
As before, comments are always welcome.
Take care, and I'll see you guys in chapter seven.