Chapter 10

Proof

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So, Gordon has finally got Aaron on his own and is revelling in his temporary weakness and using it to his full advantage. Poor Aaron! Hasn't he been through enough already? Surely someone will come and save him? Rob's supposed to be on the way back but what happened with Chrissie? If he backs out and doesn't break up with her, would he bother coming back to check on Aaron like he promised? Not only would that leave him completely heartbroken when he desperately needs his support but it would abandon him also to the tender mercies of his so-called father!

'The foreplay's the most important part, eh? Get you nice and ready for me...'

Unknown to either of them, Robert had let himself in quietly with Aaron's own spare key and was about to shout out a happy greeting but when he heard the raised voices and then his boyfriend started to sob (he'd just told Chrissie about them and allowed himself the privilege to think of Aaron as his now) and he stopped himself just in time with his mouth open in horror. From the corner of the hall corridor where the door was open, he could see who he guessed was Gordon on top of Aaron, preparing him. Worst of all, Aaron looked like he was not putting up a fight but had tears running down his face in defeat. Their similarities were too prominent to be mistaken - same build but different coloured hair and but there were other intangible sameness that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Rob's first instinct of course, was to go over there and beat the shit out of the son-raping bastard. Instead though, with a wrench in his gut, he hesitated and set his phone to quietly record video. He told himself he wouldn't let Gordon rape Aaron but he needed the evidence as much as it hurt to see his boyfriend suffer. Didn't mean that he didn't hate himself for it and he could only hope that Aaron wouldn't and would eventually see this as a means to get rid of his evil father once and for all.

Luckily, it looked like Gordon was more interested in mocking his son and dragging out the torment before the main event, he so confident was he that no-one would find them. He hadn't believed the boy when he said that Rob and Paddy were coming over – Gordon knew he would say anything to stop or at least delay what was about to happen.

'Fuck. You don't know how much I missed doing this. I remember your first time when you were so scared...didn't have a clue what was going on...'

'I was 8, you fucking pervert!' Aaron snapped back and then let out only another anguished sob but otherwise made no other sound as his father ground himself against him. Gordon wasn't entering him just yet but was content on merely giving his throat disgusting, wet little kisses while he touched himself and groaned behind him.

'Get off me!' Aaron suddenly found his voice again and tried one last time to buck him off but failed miserably. Gordon chuckled and easily slammed him back down again.

'Stop! I don't want this!' He wailed and let out an angry-sounding sob of frustration despite his resolve not to cry. The monster always knew what to say to get at him and he raised his head then in misery but when he glimpsed Rob, his eyes grew wide in hopeful surprise. His boyfriend put a finger to his lip. 'I won't let him hurt you, just hold on.' He mouthed over at him and pointed at the mobile phone in his other hand which Aaron could see was recording. The young man nodded resolutely and steeled himself to endure. He knew that he only had to say the word and Rob would make it all stop, one way or another. Fortunately, Gordon was having the time of his life getting himself excited and prolonging his 'punishment' that he didn't notice that they had a witness. Still, Rob did his best to make himself invisible but he was a tall man and it was hard to find space to hide in the cluttered doorway without making it impossible to film properly.

Clearly relieved now, Aaron slumped in apparent submission and let his father carry on digging himself a hole. Gordon, having no idea, sighed happily and stroked his hair as a reward, thinking that he had consented finally, making him cringe back. However, having Rob nearby making him feel safer made him think that he could stand it but the question was, how long would that be until it was over? How much evidence did they need? But Aaron knew he was tough enough and strong enough to take it, after all, he'd survived before when he was younger and smaller and much weaker and knew that he could survive it again. Trying to block out his father's swinish noises of pleasure and his gropes and sleazy caresses, he wondered dully if Robert had kept his promise and come clean to Chrissie. If he still really loved him and would stick by him after seeing this. But he came back, he told himself. He wouldn't have done that unless...He must have...

'I'll tell Mum!' He suddenly burst out, thinking of that recording his boyfriend was making, even under these circumstances. 'She'll never marry you when she hears about this!' Rob's presence gave him the strength and defiance that he might not otherwise have.

'Want to bet on it? Prove it. She never could function properly without a man to look after her and it was so easy to get the stupid slut into bed.'

'Don't call her that! She's not!'

Gordon grabbed his hair and ground himself harder against his crack, drawing cries of revulsion from his victim.

'I reckon I can wrap her around my little finger...Even if you did get the courage to tell her about us, she would never believe you.' He panted between moans. 'Because I can make her believe anything I want and you're just a mentally ill little boy.'

'Fuck you! I wish you'd died of cancer!' That stopped him and got him to back off a little.

Only a little.

'Now, now...' His father patted his back soothingly, his 'patience and understanding' making him want to retch. 'You don't really mean that. Deep down, you still love me. All little boys love their Daddies.'

'No, I don't! I fucking hate you! Always have!'

'Now that ain't true. If I was abusing you in those disgusting ways like you claim', he grimaced despite himself, 'why did you choose to live with me and not Chas? But you're right, if I did what you said I did, I do deserve to die.'

'Because you hadn't started doing it to me then!'

'Still...Doesn't exactly add up, does it? What do you think a court would make of it?'

Robert caught his eye then and nodded encouragingly. Aaron had time to think about how surreal the situation was – here he was getting raped by his own father while his boyfriend filmed the whole thing as he tried to coax a confession out of Gordon.

'Why did you do it to me, Dad? Why did you rape me?' Thinking of the video, Aaron got them right back on track. At least when we're talking, he's distracted, he thought bitterly to himself. Behind him he could sense Rob egging him on but he didn't look at him again. He wasn't that stupid.

Gordon didn't even bother to deny it like he did before. 'Because you were bad. A bad little boy like you deserved some 'special' punishment because 'normal' punishments didn't work on you. Same reason I'm doing it now.'

Aaron buried his face into the cushions and sobbed at that but had the presence of mind to say, 'But you didn't just rape me once. You did it loads of times! It really hurt, Dad! And I said 'No' and 'Stop' everytime! Why did you...?'

Unaffected by his tears, his father answered coldly, 'That's right. It was meant to. Had to discipline you somehow everytime you stepped out of line. And believe me, that was a lot.'

'And there were those other things you made me do to you...' Aaron wept pitifully.

'And you were very good at 'em. Reckon I can get a nice blowjob from you or a quickie at least whenever I want after this, eh, son? Even if I am with your mother – she's so boring in bed. Always the same thing with her and she ain't got nothing on my own sweet son. Wouldn't that be exciting?'

'Ugh!' Aaron really didn't want to hear that. 'You're sick! If you think...Anyway, I'm moving away!'

'You do that and it'll be your mother who pays the price.' Gordon snarled and that feral animal look was back on his face before he grabbed his hips so hard that he left bruises on them to yank him closer to him.

'What? You threatening Chas now, you bastard?' Aaron retorted. 'You touch her and I'll...I'll...'

'I'll do what I want with her and you. You think you being an adult's going stop me? Didn't stop me today, won't stop me tomorrow, even if you are sick. Ooh...I can just picture the treat we're going to have on your 21st next week...'

'Fuck off. Ain't never gonna happen. You'll be either in prison or dead by then... Dead, I hope.'

'Ooh, what a hard little man...You going to kill me?' He scoffed. 'I know you're more likely to kill yourself.' He cooed and laughed in cheerful mirth before he let out a long moan as he started to make himself hard again. He loved teasing himself – bringing himself almost to the brink, stopping and starting again to draw it out for Aaron – maximise the humiliation and prolong the punishment and the pleasure (for him) as long as possible. It also gave the father the best orgasms of his life that way when he finally came inside his own son.

'And you know why I can? I mean - can do this whenever I want?' He asked between gasps, not penetrating him yet but just getting himself excited.

'No.' Aaron shook his head and sobbed, letting out a loud wail of pain and shock when he felt his father pull back test his hole again, this time plunging in three fingers up to the knuckle without warning. Rob started and nearly jumped up but stopped hmself just in time because Aaron hadn't given the signal yet. Somehow he knew that he needed his father to go as far as possible ...for all of this to be as convincing as it could be. Rob had just enough time to think that he'd never met anyone so brave or so beautiful.

'Stop! It hurts so much...Please don't, Dad. I can suck you off if you like instead...'

But Gordon was oblivious to anything now other than his own twisted pleasure. 'You know why I can do this?' He repeated. 'Because I created you so I'm part of you and when I'm inside you, it's like being inside myself!' He laughed like a madman. 'Yes - like having sex with myself but this time it's real!' He said between pants and groans. 'Your mother never made me come so hard as I do with you...No woman could ever match you in bed...'

Both Aaron and Rob nearly choked on this but managed to bring themselves back under control. Of course Aaron knew what Rob was trying to do – was asking him to do but it was pure torture every second that passed. The young man had a fleeting sense of gratification however, when he thought how this would sound to his mother when he had her listen to the recording. That this would turn her against Gordon for certain if nothing else did even if she didn't care about him anymore. Aaron knew that telling his mother would hurt him more than anything because hurting her would hurt him more than anything his father had ever done to him, if that was possible.

He looked over at Rob who nodded and was just about to reveal himself before his father frowned and stopped again, checking his hole as if reconsidering.

'Just relax, will you?' He barked at him before he slid in just one finger this time. Even so, Aaron jerked in shock and cried out in pain.

'Daaaad...' The 'boy' wailed. 'Please don't...We can just stop now and I won't tell anyone, promise! I'll start showing you respect in front of mum and I won't cause any trouble, just stop right now...'

Gordon acted like he didn't hear him. 'I take it back about using just my saliva because you're so fucking tight. Don't think I can even get inside with you like this...Think I can find something that'll serve for lube in the kitchen.' With that, he grabbed his hastily discarded belt from the floor and tied his unresisting son's hands to the metal leg of the sofa. 'Don't go anywhere until I get back, will you?' He kissed his cheek, causing him to wrench his head away. Gordon's eyes widened as if in surprise – maybe even in hurt as ridiculous as that was but he didn't comment before he padded off stark naked and already semi-limp to look for something to use on his son.

Aaron raised his eyes in misery and humiliation to his lover's while Robert nodded and mouthed 'You did great' as he started to get up and go over to him. As he did so, he turned off his mobile and slid it safely into an inner pocket of his padded winter jacket which he did up, despite the hot flat which was very well heated. Aaron even managed to return a small smile in reply despite his tears. He'd been deliberately drawing out his father to make him incriminate himself but the rest of it – including his tears – all had been 100% genuine. Even the desperate offers of oral sex he'd just blurted out – anything to make it stop - and now he desperately wanted to take it all back. He sounded like a whore and a coward to his ears and was already having second thoughts about letting anyone else listen to that, not only his mother even if they did remove those bits.

Meanwhile, they could hear the invader moving around in the kitchen.

They had to work fast.

Robert rushed over to untie him while both of them kept an ear out for Gordon. Absurdly, he was cheerfully singing The Troggs' 'Wild thing, you make my heart sing' in quite a good voice as he bustled around opening and shutting cupboards and drawers in his search.

'You OK?' Robert knew that it was a stupid and pointless question but he didn't know what else to say.

He nodded and reached for his jeans while Rob helped him get them on. In their haste, they didn't worry about his black silk boxers lying discarded on the floor where Gordon had thrown them after he tore them off him. Literally torn them off in his lust because there they were, lying ruined with a massive rip down the middle. Aaron stared at them awhile with an indescrible expression on his face before he turned away while Rob was regarding them with a more practical set of mind, thinking that he would save them as evidence.

Rob grabbed his shirt but Aaron shook his head. He wanted to be decent but wasn't that fussed about his upper half. Anyway, he felt like he'd never feel clean again and all he wanted was gallons of hot water with soap and tons of bubble-bath.

'Did you get it all?' The younger man hissed.

Rob nodded as the sounds of activity – banging cupboards and the cheery singing had given way to impatient curses. Gordon was obviously not satisfied with whatever oily/greasy substance he'd found to use on Aaron and was completely unaware that they'd been joined by a third party.

'What are we going to do?' Aaron whispered and glanced back fearfully over his shoulder.

'Confront him, of course.' Rob had never wanted a gun so much in his life before. He thought about running back and grabbing the one he used for hunting (he had a license) but quickly gave up on that idea. No way was he going to leave Aaron alone with that monster when he couldn't defend himself.

'Then you best get behind that screen and hit him over the head with something when he comes back out.' Aaron pointed to the hanging screen made of bamboo that covered one side of the door into the kitchen. It was only there for a decoration and quite loose – a full-grown man could stand behind it easily.

'Good idea.' Rob nodded and did exactly that but when Gordon came out, clutching the pat of butter from out of the fridge in one paw, he didn't even look surprised to see Aaron with his hands free and dressed. Instead, he slammed down the butter onto the table and rounded on Rob's hiding place without warning – exactly where he was and dragged him out. Neither of the boys could understand how he knew, he must have heard them talking. Aaron knew he was sly that way and could act for England from bitter personal experience.

'You little pervert.' He grabbed Rob by the throat. 'Admit it. You liked spying on us, didn't you?'

'You're the only pervert around here! Raping your own son! I saw you!' Rob retorted and tried to bring up his knee into his exposed groin with a grimace of revulsion. But he didn't have enough room for manouevre and only managed to get him in the stomach. Gordon moaned and clutched himself but briefly and Aaron could only watch and wish he could join in as he waited with bated breath to see the outcome. Not for the first time, he cursed himself for getting sick.

Rob got in a few more punches, bloodying his mouth and Aaron could see that he was ready to kill him. Unfortunately, Gordon unexpectedly skipped back a few paces and then rushed Rob without warning and caught him off guard. Afterwards, he hrew him against the wall so hard that when his head connected with it, Rob saw stars and immediately blacked out.

'Rob! Rob! Wake up!' Aaron yelled in panic but to his fear, he didn't react.

Then he yelled at his father, 'You better not have killed him!'

Gordon turned around to smirk at him. 'Don't be silly, boy.' He patronised him. 'Your little boyfriend's just got a little concussion, that's all. Might be a bit confused when he wakes up – you know - memory loss – and you better make sure it stays lost if you don't want anything bad to happen to him.'

With that, Gordon leered down at the terrified young man and started to make his way over to him.