The door creaked open, and William felt his heart speed up as bile rose in his throat. The man walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers. William knelt up and looked at him questioningly.

“All fours slut. I’m going to fuck you,” came a gruff voice

William closed his eyes as he put his hands on the mattress and arched his back, presenting himself just as he had been taught. He felt the mattress depress as the man climbed on the bed behind him, and shivered in fear as he felt hands grasp his waist.

“Don’t make a sound, wouldn’t want mummy to find out what a dirty little boy you are, would we?”  

William nodded and waited for the pain to begin. The man rammed his cock into the tight little pucker with no preparation. William felt tears sting his eyes as his delicate skin tore, though he felt some gratitude as the blood eased the next thrust and the next. Will was in a sea of pain but he didn’t make a sound, not even a whimper as his whole body shook with pain.

“So fucking tight baby,” the man gasped as he slowly withdrew before quickly ramming back into the body beneath him. “Going to fuck you hard you little whore.”

William’s mind slowly folded into itself with the realization that the man would thankfully soon finish. 

Will snapped back to reality when he felt a hard slap on his backside.

“Back with us I see.”

“Yes Daddy,” Will replied, knowing it was exactly what the man wanted to hear, as he felt the older man’s thrusts become less controlled and harsher.

“Say it,” the man panted as his cock rammed into the boy.

Will gasped and fought against the pain, “Harder Daddy, want you to fuck me harder Daddy.”

As the words fell from Will’s mouth, the man lost all control and he forced Will’s head down into the mattress and hammered into the boy’s arse. “That’s it, take it all, you little whore slut…Oh god,” the man choked out as he came hard, still pounding into the boy until, with a shudder, he slumped forwards leaning all his weight onto William. Slowly the man pulled out and stood up; turning so his cock was facing Will.

“Lick it clean.”

William slowly turned and cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly when his arse came in contact with the sheets. Silently cursing as he realized he would have to change the sheets in the morning.

He leant forwards, sucking and licking on the wrinkled, flaccid cock until it was clean.

“There’s a good boy,” the man said as he cupped the boy’s face, “What do you say?”

“Thank you Daddy.” William replied like a robot.

The man smiled as he went out of the room.

William curled up in a ball on the bed and shook as he began crying silently. He hurt all over; bruises were beginning to form on his hips where his dad had gripped him tightly. He was just grateful that he didn’t have P.E. tomorrow at school and wouldn’t have to explain them away. The shudders and the tears slowly subsided. William carefully dragged himself out of bed and went to the bathroom to take care of the sticky mess that was leaking from his hole.

Delicately, he cleaned himself up frowning slightly at the amount of blood that appeared on the tissue. He was going to be sore for a while. He flushed the toilet and slowly walked back to his room and climbed into bed with an exhausted sigh. Before he turned the light off he looked at his calendar, eight months, fifteen, no fourteen days and then he would be sixteen and he could finally leave this hell hole of a life.

***

“William, breakfast is getting cold.” yelled a high-pitched voice from downstairs.

“Coming Mum,” William yelled as he gave his hair one last brush and quickly checked that he was presentable in the mirror before he grabbed his school bag and ran down the stairs, straight into his dad.

“Whoa there Sunny Jim, where’s the fire?”

William shivered as his dad’s hands touched him and he quickly drew away. “Gonna be late for school,” he responded

Giles sighed. “It’s “going to”, not “gonna”. You are not a gutter snipe, William, speak properly.”

William just bowed his head and walked into the kitchen.

“Morning sunshine.” His mum beamed at him.

William grabbed a slice of toast, kissed his mum and walked out the back door yelling “I’m late; see ya later.”

“Don’t forget that Giles is away this weekend and I’m having friends over,” his mum yelled after him.

William cursed under his breath. He had promised his mum that he would stay at Cordelia’s this weekend but had forgotten to ask her. Sighing, William walked slowly to school.

He had been waiting at the school gate for twenty minutes before Cordelia finally turned up.

“Where the hell have you been,” he asked as she strolled up. 

“Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed,” Cordelia huffed, “What’s eating you?”

“Nothing, it’s just I forgot to ask. Mum’s “entertaining” this weekend so can I doss at yours?”

Cordelia put her arm round his shoulder and Will’s hopes fell. “Sorry hun, we’re off to see Nan in Eastbound this weekend.”

Will shrugged, “Never mind I’ll find somewhere.” Will looked at his watch. “Come on or we’ll be late for registration,” he said as they quickly walked onto school grounds.

***

The final bell rang at last and Will leapt up from his seat and ran out of school as fast as he could. He only had half an hour to get home and get his stuff before his mum would be home and he definitely didn’t want to be there when that happened. Will shuddered at the memory of seeing his mum bent over the kitchen table while a stranger fucked her good and hard. The black eye and bruised ribs he’d later receive had been hard to explain to his teacher until Cordy had come up behind him, squeezed his hand and explained some boys in the lower sixth had jumped him and beaten him up. Of course, this led to more questions about whom had done it, but William had been unable to identify any of the culprits much to the teacher’s annoyance.

William flew up the stairs as soon as he entered the house and ran to his bedroom. Quickly he grabbed some clean clothes and stuffed them in his school bag as he picked up a few more books he needed for homework and grabbed his wallet. Will ran back down the stairs and headed for the front door just as he heard his mum’s car pull into the drive. Cursing he quickly swung around and ran out the back door, through the garden and into the back alley.

Will slumped against the wall, his heart beating a hundred to the dozen as he gasped for breath and fought to keep the images of what could have happened away. As his heart beat returned to normal, Will slung his bag over his shoulder and slowly walked into the town centre heading towards the library.

***

Will’s head snapped up from the desk as a hand gently shook him.

“We’re closing soon,” said a quiet voice.

“Sorry,” Will apologized as he collected his books from the library desk and walked towards the door.

“Bollocks,” he cursed as he saw the rain thundering down; he’d forgotten his coat. He quickly checked how much money he had in his wallet, one measly pound, McDonalds it is then for coffee. With a sigh, Will walked out into the downpour.

Will sat nursing his third refill of coffee. The employee had given him a dirty look as she took his cup and refilled it again. Will knew he wouldn’t be getting another one. Regretfully he drank the last dregs and slowly walked out. Thankfully the rain had slowed to a constant drizzle, not that it made much difference -- wet was wet in Will’s world.

He walked up and down the main high street window shopping for a while and checked his watch again seeing it finally read 10:15. Will smiled and headed towards the cinema. He would be just in time to watch the people come out. Will loved people watching, trying to imagine what their homes looked like, what job they did, if they were happy.

He slumped in his normal corner and waited for the film to end and the crowds to swarm like ants.

Will smiled as he saw a woman in high heels nearly fall over; the man next to her, a complete stranger Will decided as he allowed the fantasy to take hold, helped to steady her then their eyes met and they fell in love instantly.

He sighed as they walked out of view. Would he ever find love? What was love? His mind began to ponder all those questions that had no answer even as he realized that if he thought about them long enough he would go mad. As the last of the cinema goers made their way home, Will sighed and turned his attention to the question of where he was going to sleep tonight. He was so deep in thought he didn’t see the man walking towards him.

“William?”

At the sound of the soft voice, Will snapped out of his musings and looked at the man now standing in front of him. He was huge with big broad shoulders and was around six feet tall. The light was behind him so Will couldn’t see his face clearly because of the shadows.

“What do you want,” he asked cautiously as he got ready to flee.

“Don’t you recognize me,” the voice asked.

Will shook his head.

“It’s me, Angel, Cordelia’s brother.”

Will sighed in relief. “Oh, hi,” he said with a small smile.

“What are you doing here on the street corner at this time of night,” Angel asked, his voice full of concern.

Will shrugged.

Angel sighed running his hand through his hair. “Come on. I’ll give you a lift home. You’re drenched.”

Before Will had time to think he yelped, “No, can’t go home.”

Angel looked at the boy in front of him. “Why not? I’m sure your parents are worried about you.”

‘Yeah, they are so worried that my Dad fucks my arse on a regular basis and me mum throws me out the house so she can get fucked by strangers.’ Will thought, while he just looked at Angel trying to find the words to explain. He finally simply shrugged. “Just can’t go home,” he said simply and looked at Angel with pleading eyes.

Angel thought about the little he knew about his little sister’s best friend. He could come up with nothing except that Will was a shy, quiet boy who was always staying over and was usually sporting a bruise or two from whatever thug had decided to beat him up.

Angel looked into those pleading blue eyes and felt his breath hitch at the sadness he saw there behind the beauty. He made a snap decision. “Look, I live just down the road. At least come back to mine and get warm. We can talk if you want.”

Will smiled and Angel thought he would melt there on the spot, as he felt another part of his anatomy respond as well.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Angel reached down and picked up the boy’s bag. “Come on, I just need to lock up,” he said, indicating the cinema.

Will looked at the broad back in front of him with his bag slung over the shoulder and followed as Angel locked up and began walking down the street to an apartment block. He held the door open and ushered Will in.

“Sorry the lift isn’t working so we’ll have to take the stairs,” Angel apologized.

Will smiled as he headed to the stairs and they slowly ascended to the third floor. Angel enjoyed the walk up the stairs for the first time in a long time as he watched Will’s arse bob just in front of his face, while mentally scolding himself for thinking such thoughts about a fifteen year old.

Angel opened his apartment door and quickly walked in picking up discarded clothes as he went, along with dirty cups, and plates. “Sorry, wasn’t expecting company,” he apologized with an embarrassed grin as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Will looked around. The flat was small and had three doors leading off the sitting room. Will guessed that one led to the bathroom, the other to the bedroom and the door that Angel was now walking out of must lead to the kitchen.

“I don’t mind…the mess,” Will stuttered, as a shiver of cold ran through him.

Angel looked up at the boy standing in the doorway soaked through and shivering. He felt an involuntary shudder of pleasure pass through him at the sight. He quickly put down the plates and bowls he was holding and walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and walked towards Will. “Here, get dry,” he said as he handed Will the towel and closed the front door. Angel then walked over to the gas fire and turned it on full blast, cringing slightly at the thought of having to find some extra money to put in the meter, then he glancing over at the beautiful, shivering boy still standing by the front door and realizing what was more important at this moment.

Will took the towel and started to rub his hair dry as he walked over to the fire, sighing as the heat hit him.

“You got any dry clothes,” Angel asked.

Will shrugged and looked at his soaking wet bag.

Angel opened it and pulled out a pile of damp clothes and dumped them on the sofa “That would be a no then.” He walked into the room which Will had guessed was the bedroom and reappeared with a pair of faded tracksuit bottoms and a faded t-shirt. “Here, they may be a bit big, but there dry,” Angel said as he passed the clothes.

“Thanks,” Will said as he took them and walked to the bathroom to change.

Angel stared at the retreating figure and gulped as he watched the boy’s arse move as he walked away. Angel quickly turned around and bent over the coffee table to resume tidying up. ‘Nope, not going down that road again, he’s too young. Younger than Adam even and he was at least legal.’ Angel was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice Will emerge from the bathroom until he saw a hand pick up a discarded plate. Angel straightened quickly “What are you doing,” he asked sternly.

Will looked at him, eyes wide and innocent, “Helping.”

Angel looked at him; the tracksuit trousers were too long and Will had to roll the waistband over in order to keep them from both dragging on the floor and falling from his hips. The t-shirt Angel had given him was so big he was swimming in it. Angel smiled at the picture before him.

Will blushed as he felt Angel’s eyes travel over him. “They don’t fit very well,” he said sheepishly.

“No they don’t,” Angel chuckled. “You want a coffee?”

“Please,” Will said as he bent down to pick up some more dirty cups.

Angel gasped at the sight and quickly attempted to pull himself together as he walked over to Will. “Leave that and go sit by the fire, get warm,” he said as he took the cups from the boy.

Their hands touched and Angel felt electric shocks go through him as piercing blue eyes met his.

Will snatched his hand away unsure what to think and walked to sit on the floor by the fire. Angel closed his eyes as he swung round and quickly walked to the kitchen willing his erection to go down.

Will sat by the fire staring at the fake flames lost in thought. Angel was gorgeous, big, and strong, but was he gay or was it just his mind playing with him because he might actually want this man? He wanted those large hands to touch him, caress him, to love him. Will felt a stirring in his pants and shifted to get more comfortable.

He jumped, so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard Angel return until he asked, “So, you going to tell me why you were standing in the rain late at night instead of being tucked up in bed?”

Will looked at him with confused, lust-filled eyes as he took the proffered coffee and Angel sat down heavily on the floor next to him as if his legs had just given way.

“They think I’m staying at Cordy’s this weekend,” Will offered in explanation.

“They’ve gone to visit Nan’s,” Angel informed him, his mind still a bit foggy after seeing what looked like lust in Will’s eyes.

Will gave him a small half-smile. “I know.”

Slightly confused, Angel stared at the boy as he tried to concentrate on the conversation instead of the sudden feeling of all his blood flowing away from his brain and into his cock. “So why don’t you just go home,” he asked huskily.

Will shivered slightly as he heard the husky voice and sat there silently contemplating whether to tell Angel the truth or make up a lie.

Angel noticed the boy was deep in thought. “You don’t have to tell me, but anything you do will stay between us.”

Will looked into those deep brown eyes and saw the honesty behind the statement. He took a deep breath. “Mum’s entertaining this weekend,” he said flatly.

Angel just looked at him.

Will saw the blank look and continued, “Dad’s gone away on business. Mum doesn’t like me being in the house when she brings back her shags.”

“Oh,” Angel said in sudden understanding as he sipped his coffee, “but surely if she knew you had nowhere to go she would understand.”

Will’s eyes began to glisten with tears. “No, she wouldn’t understand,” he said as a single tear fell down his cheek.

Angel was gripped by a feeling of possessiveness as he reached out and clutched the boy’s chin in his hand and brought his head up so he was looking straight into those sad eyes. “You can stay here, if you want,” he said as his thumb brushed away the lone tear. God, he wanted this boy. Realizing what he was doing, Angel quickly snatched his hand away and stood running his hand through his own hair. “There’s only one bed I’m afraid and I wouldn’t advise you sleep on that deathtrap of a sofa, so…if you don’t mind sharing…”

“Sharing’s fine,” Will said as he stood up smiling. Angel inwardly groaned at the innocence he saw on that face and quickly turned and walked into the bedroom. Maybe sharing a bed wasn’t such a good idea he thought as Will followed him into the bedroom.

They silently climbed into bed. Will curled up in a ball and fell into an exhausted sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Angel stared up at the ceiling listening to the regular breaths coming from the boy, until finally sleep claimed him as well.

***

Will was snuggled up to his dad.  He was thirteen again and Mum had gone away for the first time on business and Dad had let him sleep in the big bed, in the master bedroom with him. Will was so chuffed.  He was never allowed in Mum and Dad’s bedroom, not even when he was little.

He snuggled closer to his dad and his lips accidentally grazed one of his dad’s nipples. Will’s dad moaned. Will did it again out of curiosity. His dad moaned even more.

“Stop it William, go to sleep,” his dad said as he pulled him closer.

“Yes Daddy,” Will said quietly.

Will frowned when his dad moaned again. Then his hand was grabbed and moved down and placed on his dad’s boxer shorts. “Play with me,” his dad instructed.

Will gulped nervously. He really didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to leave the warm safety of his dad’s arms either. He stroked his fingers softly over the hard cock through the boxers. His dad gasped and arched his back. Will smiled and did it again getting the same response.

“Take it out and curl you fingers round it and move them slowly up and down,” his dad instructed.

Will carefully pulled the waistband of the boxers down allowing the hard organ to spring free. Hesitantly he curled his fingers round and slowly moved his hand dawn and back up again.

“So good boy, so good,” his dad praised.

Will smiled at the praise; he didn’t get it very often, no matter how good he was. He tightened his grip and thrust his hand down faster.

“That’s it, like that; use your other hand to play with my balls.”

Will leant up and started rubbing his dad’s balls, rolling them around while his other hand moved up and down the swollen shaft.

His dad bucked his hips, thrusting into the small hand. “Call me ‘Daddy’,” he gasped.

Will looked at him confusedly. “Daddy,” he said in a voice so quiet and full of innocence it was enough to make his dad cry out and shoot long streams of cum over his belly.

Will looked at his dad as he panted and then at the white cum all over his dad’s chest. Giles watched him through hooded eyes.

“I want you to lick up the mess.”

Will looked again at the puddles of cum splattered all over his dad’s chest. Tentatively, he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue and tasted. It was bitter and didn’t taste nice. Will instinctively pulled away only to find his dad’s hand on the back of his neck forcing him down.

“You made the mess. You clean it up, slut,” his dad’s gruff voice instructed as he pushed the boy’s head down. “Now do it.”

Will stuck his tongue out again and began to lap at the spilled cum like a cat until it was all gone. He was quite proud of himself as he had only gagged on the taste twice.

As soon as his dad was clean, Will found himself being dragged up the man’s body until he was lying on top of the older man. His dad’s hand was still on the back of his neck and he used it to pull Will’s head down for a kiss.

Will gasped when he felt his dad’s tongue lick his lips, only to gasp again when his dad thrust his tongue into his mouth. It was unlike any kiss Will had ever had before.

 Suddenly, he was flipped over and found himself lying under his dad while hands roamed over his chest pinching his nipples. Will bucked up unable to process the sensations running through his body; all he knew was he liked it   Most of it. His dad was still kissing him as he moved his hands lower and started to pull off Will’s pajama bottoms.

Will froze. This felt wrong. He tried to struggle, to get away, but his dad was lying on top of him. Will could feel the hard cock digging in to him. Suddenly, his dad flipped him over onto his stomach. Will took the opportunity to try and crawl up the bed to get away, but all he succeeded in doing was loosing his pajama bottoms all together.

He felt a hand push down in the small of his back hard. Will cried out in pain “Daddy stop please,” he yelped.

“So the little slut wants to play games. Make Daddy all hard then cry off. I don’t think so.” His dad’s voice was harsh and Will shuddered and struggled more.

“Please Daddy stop! I’ll be good.”

“Yes you will.”

“Stop Daddy. Stop,” Will repeated over and over as he felt his dad’s hands roam over his bum. Tears began to fall and Will sobbed.

“Hold still for Daddy you little whore,” his dad said in a gruff unforgiving voice.

“Stop Daddy, I’ll be good.”

He screamed when a finger penetrated him.

***

Angel woke with a start and looked over at the boy next to him. Will was thrashing about, moaning and crying.

“Stop Daddy, please.”

Angel leaned across the bed and shook the boy’s shoulder.

“Will, wake up! You’re having a nightmare.” Will struggled even more as Angel’s hand made contact with him.

”No Daddy, please, I’ll be good,”  Will yelled as he sat up straight in bed and looked around obviously distressed as well as confused.

“You alright,” Angel asked.

Will shuddered.

“Bad dream,” Angel asked

“Bad memories,” Will whispered before he realized what he was saying.

Angel looked at him, his face full of concern. “Want to talk about it?”

Will shook his head as the tears began to fall. It broke Angel’s heart to see the boy this way. He shakily put his hand on Will’s shoulder then suddenly found his arms full of crying boy as Will buried his head in his chest.

Angel rubbed Will’s back as he encased him in his arms. He again, felt so possessive of the young boy in his arms that he wanted to hurt whatever or whoever was giving him nightmares. “Shush Little One, it’s all right. I got you,” he murmured as he rubbed Will’s back and waited for the tears to subside.

Will cried. For the first time ever, he let all his hurt, frustration and anger pour out of him. He finally felt empty, drained of all the emotions he had been keeping bottled up tight. Will felt so safe wrapped in Angel’s arms, he never wanted to leave.

“You feeling better,” Angel asked.

Will suddenly remembered where he was. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked into those deep brown eyes so full of concern and maybe something else. Quickly Will sat up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“S’okay,” Angel said feeling a bit bereft that the boy had pulled away so soon. “You want a coffee or something?”

“Please,” Will replied as he tried to gather himself together.

Angel slipped out of bed and walked out of the room only to return a few minutes later with two steaming cups. He placed them both on the bedside table closest to Will before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“So, you going to tell me what’s going on,” He asked.

Will looked at him with sad red-rimmed eyes. “You don’t want to know,” he whispered.

Angel’s breath caught as he looked at the tear stained face, so young, so innocent, but behind it all laid something else, something dark. Angel felt himself begin to move forward wanting to capture the boy in a never-ending kiss to keep the darkness away.

Will saw the look that came over Angel’s face. It was so reminiscent of how his father looked at him sometimes that it scared him even as it excited him.

Will leaned forward and their lips met. Angel groaned as bolts of electricity ran through him stirring his blood and hardening his cock. He deepened the kiss and almost came on the spot when he felt Will’s tentative tongue slowly slide into his mouth. Angel’s hands found their way to the back of Will’s head and waist and he pulled him in close, while his tongue continued to plunder the boy’s mouth.

Cautiously, Angel let his hands wander down under the t-shirt. When he was met with no resistance, Angel moved one of his hands around to the boy’s chest seeking his nipple. He found it and pinched gently. Will threw back his head and gasped. Angel took the opportunity to remove the boys t-shirt and as soon as the garment was out of the way, Angel’s head descended and captured that nipple in his mouth. Will’s hands grasped Angel’s head as he felt Angel’s tongue roll around his nipple and he gasped at the sensations flowing through his body as his cock responded to the wonderful things Angel’s mouth was doing to him.

Angel was in heaven. His boy was so responsive, and he was Angel’s boy now. Angel wanted him; his head told him it was wrong, but the feelings flowing though him told him otherwise. Angel had never felt this way before about anyone. It felt so right yet somehow still wrong at the same time. Angel was lost – buffeted around, his emotions colliding and battling with one another. Finally, he gave in and followed his instincts, which were telling him to fuck the boy now.

Angel lowered his hands and pulled Will up until he was kneeling, then allowed his hands to cup the tight arse hidden behind his tracksuit trousers.

Will stiffened as Angel’s hand cupped his arse. Angel felt the change and bit Will’s nipple hard to distract him. Will bucked his hips and Angel felt the hardness rub against him and smiled as he moved his hands to the waistband of the trousers.

As soon as Angel’s hands tried to move the waistband down, Will tried to scramble away. Angel held him tighter not wanting to give up contact with his boy.

Will’s mind slipped; he wasn’t with Angel any more. He was at home and his dad was trying to pull his trousers down. Will struggled to get away, but his dad tightened his grip.

“No,” Will whispered.  “Not again, let me go,” he begged.

“Don’t want to let you go,” Angel’s voice said quietly in his ear as he held him tighter, but Will didn’t hear. He was trapped in his own living nightmare. He began to struggle more but the hands around him only held him tighter. Tears began to prickle behind his eyes as Will continued to feel his dad’s hands groping him. Will trembled at what he knew was to come next and something snapped deep down inside. He lashed out and punched his dad in the face with all the anger that had been building up for almost three years.

Angel let go of the boy instantly and fell back on the bed reeling more from shock than actual pain from the unexpected blow. Before Angel could recover, Will had straddled his chest and was punching him in the face repeatedly yelling, “Not your little slut any more Daddy. You don’t get to have me ever again.” Angel grabbed the hysterical boy’s wrists as realization hit him. Anger flared within him as he flipped the boy so he was under him, his hands held above his head

Will continued to struggle and tears streamed down his face as he fought his nightmare.

“No, no, no, no…” he kept repeating over and over again.

Angel felt the tears prickle behind his own eyes. As the boy struggled beneath him, he took a deep breath as he tried to gain control of his emotions.

“Will,” Angel said quietly.

The boy struggled even more.

Angel raised his voice, “Will, look at me. I’m not him. I won’t hurt you.” Whether it was Angel’s words or his voice that calmed Will, Angel never knew. “Come back to me Little One,” he begged.

Will heard the words and slowly the nightmare lifted and he stopped struggling.

“Let me go,” he begged.

Angel slowly got off the boy.

As soon as Will was free, he jumped up and ran from the room.

Angel watched in shock as his boy ran out of the room. He quickly followed to find Will stuffing his clothes back in his school bag.

Angel looked on not believing his eyes. It was all too much; a few hours ago Will was nothing more than a friend of his little sister.

Angel walked over to him “What are you doing,” he asked.

“Leaving,” Will replied.

“Why?”

Will looked at him, but didn’t say anything as he continued to stuff his clothes into the bag.

Angel was at a loss as to what to say or what to do. All Angel did know was that he couldn’t let Will walk out of the door.

Will took one last look around making sure he had everything and headed to the door only to find Angel standing there blocking his way.

“Let me go,” Will said softly.

“Never,” Angel replied.

“Please,” Will begged.

“No.”

“I shouldn’t be here.”

“Yes you should.”

Will looked Angel in the eye, “I’m broken,” he simply said, a single tear escaping.

Angel reached out and cupped his chin. “Then let me fix you,” Angel whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Will looked at Angel and for the first time felt hope, hope for the future, hope that his living nightmare was coming to an end. He nodded silently and Angel steered him to the couch. Will sat down heavily and immediately regretted it, as he winced in pain.

Angel saw the wince and felt his anger begin to boil. He knew that look. Adam, his ex, had worn it on more than one occasion after begging Angel to pound into him hard and fast and it always left Angel filled with guilt after. But Angel knew Will hadn’t begged for it hard, hadn’t even begged to be taken and it made him sick to his stomach.

Angel pushed his anger deep inside locking it away for the future, when he could unleash it at his boy’s father. Carefully he sat on the couch next to Will, suddenly at a loss as to what to do or say. He needn’t have worried.

Will curled his knees up, wrapped his arms around them and hugged them close, placing his head on his knees and staring ahead.

“I was thirteen the first time,” he said quietly. Angel didn’t move, too scared of disturbing the fragile bubble Will had surrounded himself with.

“He didn’t do much at first. He just made me wank him off, or he would cum just by watching his finger thrust in and out of me.” Will shrugged. “Suppose the thrill must a worn off or something cause after a while he left me alone. Thought maybe it was over. Then one night he and mum had a blazing row and she stormed out of the house. I stayed in my room hiding under the covers.” Will began to rock gently back and forth, his eyes becoming glazed as he was lost in his memories.

“I remember it was a Tuesday and I was worried cause I had a math test the next day.” Will chuckled. “It’s funny what you remember. I don’t really remember how it happened or what happened, maybe I forgot on purpose.” Will shrugged. “All I remember is Dad coming into my room stinking of alcohol,  drunk. I remember biting into the pillow. I remember the pain and I remember afterwards being curled up in a ball while his cum slowly trickled out of me. But I don’t remember the act.” Will had a look of confusion on his face. “It’s like watching the beginning and end of a film but missing the middle. You still know what happened, you just didn’t see it.” Will looked thoughtful for a minute. “He was kinda gentle that first time. Didn’t feel like it, but looking back…” Will trailed off lost in thought.

Angel was lost. That bastard had taken the boy at thirteen. He was still a child and no one has the right to take a child’s innocence. Okay, so Angel wanted the fifteen year old who sat before him, but that was slightly different. First, Angel would never have made Will do anything he didn’t want to and, secondly, at fifteen most young men were experimenting with sex anyway whether it was legal or not.

Will started rocking back and forth faster. “I felt so dirty, so disgusting cause I had gotten hard and spilt my cum for him, for my dad. I felt so used.” Will hugged himself tighter, fighting the tears and bile that threatened to rise.

Angel looked at the boy and his heart shattered. Slowly he moved closer.

“Can I hold you?”

The floodgates opened. “Please,” Will choked out, rocking furiously back and forth.

Angel didn’t need to be asked twice. He quickly stood, scooped the boy into his arms and sat back down with Will on his lap.

Wills arms tangled themselves around Angel’s neck as he clung to him in desperation, burying his head in the crook of Angel’s neck and weeping.

Angel held his boy as tight as he could and cried with him.