Friday, December 14th Pt. 2
"The next round he squeezed me twice before he spanked. It happened four times before I just laid there and whimpered softly. I gave up fighting. He had closed the door so you and mom couldn’t hear my cries and I was too small to get away.”
His voice is starting to crack and I know that his tears will soon follow.
“His touch changed after I submitted to him. I could feel my body responding to him even though I didn’t want it to. He started complimenting me. Telling me that I was a good boy for getting hard in his hand. It didn’t feel good. It felt wrong even though it physically started feeling good. I was uncomfortable and wanted it to stop.
He became very calm and comforting once I submitted to him. He explained to me that you were failing me. That all alpha boys start sexual training at my age because no luna wants an inexperienced partner, especially since her father teaches her in the same manner. He kept going until something happened to me. My body shook and it hurt when I felt the stuff come out. I didn’t understand what happened, just that he stopped after it did.
He picked me up and put me on the floor. He told me that I did a good job once I submitted to him but I took too long to submit. His goal when he comes at night is to first get me to enjoy having an orgasim before teaching me to last as long as possible. I cried when he told me that he was going to keep coming. The next night it happened again, just slightly different.
He immediately picked me up and positioned me over one and under the other leg before fondling me. As soon as I protested he beat me. Each time I protested he’d hit me eleven times with his hand until I completely submitted to him. The third night he started using a belt. The fourth night he put a blindfold on me and tied my hands above my head. When I protested his partner picked up my ankles and held them over my head as he spanked me. Once I was exhausted they tied my feet. She used her mouth on me.
When they finally let me go, that was the night I ran to you. I don’t know why I didn’t do it the first night but I felt so bad and confused that’s all I could do once I was certain they weren’t coming back. I crawled under your bed and fell asleep.”
“I remember that night.”
I speak gently as I slowly rise from my seat. I have never seen him so stressed and I don’t want to trigger a flight response.
“I ended up waking suddenly around two and running for the bathroom. My stomach was in knots. It had been for several hours. Then a unique smell hit me hard and it sent me reeling.”
“I’m sorry dad. I’m so, so sorry.”
“This wasn’t your fault. I failed to protect you. I knew something was wrong, I just didn’t know what. I thought I was reacting to your mom having a harsher than normal heat cycle. When I came back to the bed I could smell it again. A scent so sweet that it made you sick but there was something else about it that I couldn’t pin down and it completely masked yours. I didn’t even realize that it was you under the bed until I followed the smell. When I saw you, I called you but you didn’t respond. I wasn’t certain if you were sleeping or if it was someone else’s child as it was obvious that it wasn’t Damian. When I grabbed your ankle, the most terrifying scream came out of you. You fought like a wild animal to get away from me. At some point while you were under the bed you peed yourself and the smell of your urine actually accentuated the smell of fear on you. By the time I picked you up you were so frantic that your mom had to help wrap your legs around me so that I could hold you without either of us getting hurt. I tried to get you to talk once you were calm but all you could say was that the monster was hurting you before going wild again. Once you calmed down the third time and an hour later I took you to my shower and cleaned you up. That’s when I found the belt marks on you. You lost it again when I asked about them. I was completely lost as you had no ability to tell me anything about what happened to you. I wrapped you in a towel and tried to go to your room for clothes but you became so fearful again that you wet yourself. You begged me to lock the door to keep the monster out, so I did. I rinsed you off again before drying you off and putting one of my shirts on you. I laid you on the loveseat but you just wouldn’t settle. You whimpered even in your sleep. After half an hour I picked you up, swaddled you like a baby and held you. I couldn’t sleep until you stopped crying.
Your mom let me sleep late. You were so peaceful that I let you sleep even later than the 9am time that I got up. I surrounded you with our scent before going to your room for clothes. I left a note under those clothes telling you where we were before locking and shutting the door. You were extremely clingy during the day and a nightmare at night. When I realized that you couldn’t verbalize what had happened, your mom and I moved a folding cot into our room and for six months we changed everything to accommodate your needs. I knew you had been attacked but I couldn’t get the security company out to get camera footage of your room. It was three months after you came to us that we caught the couple that had teamed up in molesting pups.”
By the time I’m finished I’m standing in Luke’s path but still allowing him to pace. He starts shaking his head as he walks, stopping and looking in my eyes as he starts again.
“There’s more dad.” He nearly whispers as his tears stream down his face.
“When I finally moved back to my room, even though they were gone, they were still there. A part of them stayed and it created a longing, a need for them to return. I was terrified of what they did but at the same time they changed me. I didn’t understand it at the time but as I’ve grown, obviously I understand that I desire the release that the orgasm gives. It just wasn’t normal then and it still isn’t.”
I take a moment to study him as he struggles to admit the aftermath of such a traumatic sexual assault. None of the children that were sexually assaulted had been raped but digital penetration is close enough and every female that the couple got their hands on experienced that. The boys, on the other hand, were all tested for being able to obtain an erection, fortunately none of them had oral sex forced upon them. While Cole’s mention of Kristoph’s bragging made my heart sink, I had sincerely hoped that I hadn’t screwed up this badly as a father.
I shake the negativity from my head. I knew something had happened and for months I tried to get him to talk but he always regressed to such a young toddler’s state of mind that I could never get an answer. Even though Julie was here when it happened, she was so overwhelmed with children to treat for sexual assault I was only able to get a screening visit for him. So when she couldn’t get any additional information from him the only thing we could do was stop bringing it up.
“I didn’t understand what I wanted from them, all I understood at the time was that I needed them. It took a year for me to work through the memories of what they did to try and duplicate what they did. I was twelve when I noticed that I would wake up with a hard on most mornings. On those mornings I started getting in the shower and rubbing myself. Eventually I was able to create the same reaction that they did. It satisfied my urges for them but it didn’t last.
By thirteen I needed something more. I ended up staying the night with an older friend of mine. He was fifteen. He was my first, willing sexual experience but it got cut short when I flipped out.”
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