Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 17:03:20 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy Angst Ch 1

He had always been a trouble maker but had rarely been caught in all of his
14 years.  It was just that raising Hell was funny to him and he excelled
at it.  The range of his pranks was endless, but his favorite themes
involved throwing things or having something fall on someone.  Spitballs,
obviously, but he also had a flare for the unique, like sitting in the back
of class and sticking a tissue in his mouth until it was completely soaked
in saliva.  Then when the teacher had his/her back to the class while
writing on the blackboard, he would throw the soaking wad which would SPLAT
all over the board next to the teacher.

Of course, the class would erupt in laughter so his own laughs were well
camouflaged.  Those who sat around him were his friends and would always
keep his secret and the "do gooders" were well in front of him so he was
never positively IDed.  Though often suspected, he was never caught red
handed so he continued to elevate his pranks in both frequency and
outrageousness to fuel his constant desire for the thrill of almost getting
caught.  Equally important to him was the applause of his peers for the
pranks that he'd pull...a very important thing to him because he had also
recently become the object of their ridicule in one very painful way.

You see, he was suffering from what is clinically known as "delayed puberty
syndrome" and though at 5 feet 6 inches and 125 pounds he was in height and
weight well within the norm for his age, on a genital scale of 1-10 he was
at best a 3, and a bald as a newborn baby 3 at that.  In 6th and 7th grade
he had many others in his same situation, but in 8th grade he was down to a
scant few and now in the middle of 9th grade he was the only one. In his
gym class and on the football, basketball and baseball teams that he
showered with, it was only he who did not have hair-one between his knees.

Of course, his close friends were careful to tread lightly, though his
sharp tongued talent for abusing them would sometimes leave them with only
a "shut up baldy" retort which would always hit its mark.  Those who either
weren't so close or openly disliked him were much less generous.  Many of
them were very jealous because he was an outstanding student and athlete,
and his handsome features made him a favorite with the girls too.  So
whenever the opportunity presented itself, they would delight in
humiliating him with a "hairless", "cub scout dick" "baby cock" "bald
balls" or other derisive comment.

While he was strong and not afraid to fight, he was also smart enough to
know that he had to ignore his tormentors lest he reveal publicly how
hurtful their comments were.  He'd just fire back with a "thanks for
noticing homo" or a poetic "it might be the glare from your stare that's
stopping my hair" or some other cavalier response of feigned indifference.
But it stung like Hell and he hated it and, in some respects himself.

The girls who adored his good looks also knew of his condition and felt
sorry for him, which was equally upsetting. He was embarrassed to go on
dates other than group type outings where one-on-one situations might
develop, not because he didn't want to experiment, but rather because he
feared he might be successful and have to expose his diminutive state.  Of
course he'd been jerking off for years, in fact almost daily, but all of
his orgasms were dry...not even a hint of pre-cum.  Before he became
"singled out" he and his guy click had engaged in the usual mutual
masturbation ceremonies.  When it became obvious that they were getting
further and further away from him physically he stopped capitalizing on the
opportunity to join them, though he now suspected that they were on to the
more advanced activities that he often fantasized about.  Not that he
thought any of them were gay.  It was all "normal" experimentation as
described in the books on sexuality that they had read years ago and they
fully expected there sessions to transition over to the fairer sex whenever
that blessed opportunity should arrive.

So you see, his pranks were an attempt to get included given that there
were substantial areas from which he was being excluded.  His anger was
also on the rise and while he would not fight someone for a baldy remark,
he would fight savagely at any other excuse.  He would win most but also
lost some, and those who he beat would go home to their parents and name
him as the assailant.  This would lead to the inevitable call to his
parents or the school to have something done about his violence.

His parents were very aware of his condition but also refused to allow him
to use it as an excuse. They tried to get him medical help but hormones
could not be prescribed for him unless the condition persisted until his
16th birthday.  "My God" he thought "I have to go through 2 more years of
this shit!!" There was always the hope that his body would kick into gear
at any moment, but at his latest daily self inspection he had nothing but
prepubescent peach fuzz.

So he took out his frustration in other ways: frequent masturbation,
intense athletics and throwing things at people. And boy could he find new
and interesting ways to do that.  Water balloons, eggs, tomatoes and
because he lived in the North East his favorite object to hurl was
snowballs.  He'd organize nightly "throwing parties" where he and several
of his pals would go to a wooded intersection in the neighborhood and
ambush passing cars from all angles.  And that's where his first capture
occurred.

Actually, it wasn't him who got caught, but rather his little brother who
was 10 and had begged to go throwing with them that evening.  All had gone
as usual...hit the car, the guy screeches to a halt and gets out to yell at
the miscreants who hit him only to be pelted again when he stepped from the
shelter of his car.  Now and then someone might give chase but the distance
of the boys head start and the darkness of the woods into which they'd flee
would soon discourage any pursuers.  At least until that night when the
last car they hit had two 20-something year olds who quickly sprang out and
caught his little brother who was too scared to run deep enough into the
woods.  While his other 3 pals knew the drill and got the Hell out of there
and called it a night, he did the right thing and came back to his brothers
aid.

Before emerging from his hidden position in the trees he heard the young
men yelling at his brother. "You little piece of shit, we are going to beat
your ass red!"  " Joey, go back and park the car down the street a little
then hurry your ass back here".  "Let me go" he brother screamed.  "Go
ahead and yell you punk, no one is going to hear you down here".  "What are
you going to do to me?"  "Just what I said, I'm going to spank your fucking
ass!"  "Please don't mister...I'm sorry...I'll never do it again!!!"  By
now Joey was back from moving the car and seeing the frantically sobbing
boy he said "Now what Pete?"

"Now you leave my little brother alone you fucking pricks!" he said as he
emerged from hiding. "So, your the big brother who's going to save him
huh?"  Pete questioned.  "OK come over here and we'll let the little shit
go and deal with you instead".  He did as he was told and then instructed
his brother to get the Hell home and not say a fucking word to Mom or Dad.
No sooner was his brother out of sight then he suddenly found himself
kneeling on the ground sucking for air having been solidly blindsided by a
punch to his stomach. He then felt his jacket being unzipped and pulled
back across his shoulders and down to his wrists where the young men then
began tying the loose ends to fashion a very effective bondage.

Still gasping for air he couldn't make a sound as he felt his pants being
taken down and he heard the sound of a branch being snapped from a tree.
Suddenly he was being dragged to a fallen tree where he was then bent over
as his voice began to return to him.  "What the fuck are you doing" was all
get got out before a scarf was tied across his mouth.  He knew what was
coming as he felt his under pants being pulled down and his arms being
raised above where they rested behind his back giving his attackers a clear
look at his bare ass.

He clearly heard the first WHOOSH sound of the switch they had fashioned
which was about 3 feet long and 1/2 inch wide. When it found its mark
across his buttocks his back arched violently and he heard his muffled
shriek of pain as tears welled up in his eyes. The second, third and fourth
strikes yielded similar results with the burning pain intensifying with
each one.  He sensed that he hit was harder than the one before it and by
the fifth one he'd lost the strength to move in reaction to it.  "Your
turn" one said to the other, and in a matter of seconds the beating
recommenced.

He was crying hard through the scarf by the time the count reached 10 and
his ass felt like it was on fire.  When his arm were released he slumped
off the tree trunk and fell on his back in the cool ground and light snow
that covered it.  But even the frozen ground could not extinguish the
intense burning feeling in his flesh.  "Well will you look at that" one of
them said as they looked at their fallen victim lying on his back with his
pants at his ankles and his ass twitching in the cold ground below.  "This
kid has to be 14 or 15 years old and he's got no fucking hair and the
puniest dick I've ever seen on someone his size."  If he'd had the
strength, he would have rolled over to hide himself but he was paralyzed
from his beating and would not be moving anytime soon.

"Let's see how big it gets hard" the other said and he proceeded to unglove
his hand and gently massage the small penis before him.  It sprang to life
quickly and was bigger than they had expected.  "It's still pretty small
but a Hell of a lot bigger than when it was limp...must have been the cold,
but my God there's not a hair on him".

Though his ass was still on fire the tough of someone besides himself on
his hairless rod was exhilarating and it was a welcome contrast to what
he'd been feeling moments before.  "I think the little bugger is about to
shoot" one said as he noticed the predictable drawing up of the boys feet
towards his ass.  "I'll bet you anything nothing come out though" and no
sooner did he utter that statement than the boy shuddered in an intense and
equally dry orgasm.

"Cool, but that left me horny as a goat, let's fuck him and get out of
here." The other replied, "You want front or back?"  "Back for me but wait
until I'm in him deep before you take the gag off so his yelping won't be
heard."

Hearing all this had the boy sobbing again but he knew he was in a
powerless position.  Suddenly he found himself in the same position over
the fallen tree trunk but this time the implement of pain was going to be
different.  He'd seen the movie "Deliverance" so he knew what was in store
for him.  He heard spitting sounds and felt the warm saliva dripping down
his butt crack and then he felt the head of the young man's cock as he
began to try to shove it in him.  He clamped down hard and easily kept the
invading cock out. "Let me in you little fuck" but he was getting no where
so he climbed of the boy grabbed the stick and administered three quick
whacks to his swollen and stripped ass.

"You let me in or I'm just going to keep on whipping you until you do" the
boy heard after felt the last strike.  This time when the man pushed to
enter the boy took a deep breath to relax and then heard his muffled shriek
again as he was violated by what felt like a baseball bat.  After several
minutes the pain subsided and he was no longer yelling into the scarf in
his mouth so the other man approached and said "Don't yell when I take this
off you and you let me stick my dick in your mouth.  If I feel a single
tooth from you, you'll get another beating and this one won't be a gentle
as that little spanking you just had."

So with one guy churning at his ass the other now stuck his crank in the
boys mouth and began to move it in and out in quick long strokes that ended
some moments later with a blast of cum shooting in the boys mouth causing
him to cough as it clogged his throat.  The man behind was taking his time
and had now reached around to the boy's front and was again jerking him
off.  "Let's just see who cums first.  I mean has and orgasm first since
you can shoot anything but air."

The feeling of his prostate being stimulated at the same time his cock was
being rubbed brought hi quickly to the edge and he convulsed in the
strongest orgasm of his life.  The tightening of his sphincter during his
spasms of joy set the man off behind him who ended with long deep thrusts
before filling the boys ass with four hard shots of semen.

"Untie him and lets get back on the road, we got at least five hours of
driving tonight if we're going to make it home by tomorrow afternoon.  Hey
kid, you think you learned a lesson tonight?  Sometimes you try to fuck
with someone any you end up getting fucked.  Anyway, for what its worth,
you took it like a man so maybe it will put hair on your nuts."

"God I hope so, if it did it might have been worth it" the boy thought as
he struggled to rise and dress himself.  He headed home after fully calming
himself and washing his tear streaked face with snow.  When he got home his
parents were watching TV a hardly paid attention as he said he was going to
go upstairs for a bath and then go to bed.  His little brother was waiting
or him at the top of the stairs and when he asked what happened, the boy
said nothing big...they slapped him around a little and then he got away
through he woods.

His brother went to his room to play video games as he locked himself in
the bathroom and undressed, careful to separated his soiled underwear which
he would wash out as he soaked his swollen back side in the tub.  Then, as
he was lowering himself into the water, it just cresting above his penis,
he saw something dark for a second.  At first he thought it was dirt
accumulated from his attack.  But as he drew back from the water he saw a
small black hair at the far side of his crank.  "Thank you God" he thought
as he continued to paw at the hair and then stopped suddenly at the fear
that he might rub it out.

More to come if you want but I need to know that you are out there and
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