Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2002 18:25:13 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 39 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 39 As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For adult reading only!!! ________________________________ Ryan got permission from his father to spend the night at Paul's house and he arrived at 7:00pm, just as Paul's parents were going out to dinner and a movie. Paul's younger sister was spending the night with a friend, so the two boys had the house to themselves. "Well, what do you feel like doing?" Paul asked hoping he knew the answer as he smiled at the younger boy. "Let's have sex!!" Ryan said enthusiastically. Paul put his arm around Ryan's shoulders and said, "Follow me," as he led him up the stairs to his bedroom, feeling the onset of his erection press at the front of his jeans. The boys stripped immediately and stood there for a moment admiring each other's hard penises that stood out in front of them. Then Paul went over and laid down on his bed and when Ryan turned to follow, Paul again saw the nasty welts that crisscrossed Ryan's round buttocks and the small of his back. "Boy, your old man gave it to you good, didn't he?" Paul asked. Ryan sighed as he looked back over his shoulder and said, "Yeah, he hits hard when he's drunk and pissed. It doesn't matter how hard I cry, he just keeps wailing on me until he decides to stop. I passed out one time and had to skip school for a few days because I literally couldn't sit down. You ever been whipped like this?" Paul shook his head and said "Not by my parents---but I've given it to myself and had others do it to me." Ryan looked at him in shock and replied "Are you kidding me---you like getting whipped?" Paul shrugged and said "Yeah, it gives me a Hell of a hard on and sometimes it makes me cum. I would have let you do it to me in the woods today, but you weren't into it so I just let it pass. If you want to, you could do it now---I'd really like it." Ryan didn't know what to make of the situation. He HATED the burning pain of the beatings his father administered to him, but he had a nagging curiosity about what it would be like to whip someone else---but not someone he liked! "I don't know, I mean if you really want me to I will, it's just that I don't want to hurt you." "You won't" Paul assured him as he got off the bed and removed his belt from his jeans. "Just be sure to spread it around so the belt doesn't rip my skin. You can whip my back too if you want," Paul instructed as he handed the belt to Ryan and then laid over the end of his bed, exposing his much wider buttocks to the boy. "OK, if you're sure," Ryan said as he folded the belt and positioned himself to take aim. Ryan was feeling a rush of excitement he'd never experienced before and his erection was getting almost painful with the pressure that was building inside it. He tentatively slapped the belt against the center of the prone bottom in front of him. "Hit me as hard as you can Ryan," Paul commanded calmly and then Ryan fired off 5 pretty good shots that left a red mark where they fell. Ryan was amazed that Paul did not moan or cry so he decided to really let him have it. He almost left his feet as he brought the next 5 lashes down on Paul with all of his might, each one resulting in a loud CCCRRRAAACCCKKK that pierced the otherwise silence of the room. With each stinging lash of the belt, Paul felt his hard penis quiver as his sphincter would tighten and his scrotum would draw tightly upwards. The sexual gratification that being spanked provided to Paul was almost the equal of someone's warm mouth sliding down his young pole or his thrusting in and out of another boy's tight hot rectum. By the time Ryan reached 20, Paul's ass was blazing red so Ryan directed the next 10 lashes to the small of Paul's back and the tops of his thighs. "Shit," Ryan thought, "that's 30 and he's still taking it---fuck my arm is getting tired." Just as Ryan was about to say he was done, Paul rolled from the end of his bed and Ryan saw that his face was sweaty and red and his cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Ohhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaahhhhh," Paul moaned softly as the stinging of the belt surged through him. Then he grabbed his erection and gave it a dozen quick pulls before and three arcs of white fluid flew up his chest as his hips humped with each release. Then a steady stream of his juice flowed down into his pumping fist as his climax neared its end "HHAAAA, AAAAWWWWW UUUGGGGGAAAHHH---Oh fuck that was great," Paul panted as his last orgasmic shudder passed through him, "thanks Ryan." Ryan had begun to stroke himself as he watched Paul masturbate "Sure, you're welcome I guess. That was pretty amazing Paul---I can't believe how you got off on that." Paul rose slowly on wobbly legs and approached Ryan as he massaged himself. "Let me help you with that," Paul said as he knelt down in front of Ryan and took the boys length into his mouth. He sucked on him for over 10 minutes as Ryan moaned with pleasure but would not climax. "Lay down on the bed Ryan," Paul suggested "I'll do something that will definitely get you off." Ryan laid down on his back as Paul climbed in next to him. Then Paul removed the Vaseline from the drawer of his nightstand and lubed up the index finger of his right hand. Slowly he pushed at Ryan's previously unexplored anus sending shocks of electricity through the young boy. With his free hand he stroked Ryan's hard penis twirling his fingers around the head and softly rubbing at the fine white hairs that had yet to darken or curl. "OOOOHHH ooooooo," Ryan groaned as Paul's finger slid half way into him. Paul lowered his head and renewed his sucking as he thrust his finger all the way in and located Ryan's prostate which, at first, ellicted a yelp of pain from Ryan followed by a sigh of pleasure . Pushing and rubbing forcefully on the "magic button" as he gave full hard sucking strokes to the penis that yearned to orgasm in his mouth, Paul quickly brought Ryan to the edge of ecstasy. "Oh fucking Christ, that feels so good!" Ryan cried as his body was feeling something he never imagined it could. The head of his penis tingled with excitement and his testicles were ready to explode as the combination of the prodding finger and Paul's warm wet mouth became more that he could bear. Paul could feel Ryan's penis begin to pulse strongly between his lips and the head felt hard and hot. He paid particular attention to the top of Ryan's boyhood with his tongue, using the tip to spread and stretch Ryan's sensitive opening. "AAAAGGGGGGAAAAADDDDD HHHOOOOOOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHHH JJJJEEESSSSUUUSSSSS GGGOOODDDDDDDDDDD!" Ryan yelled out as this orgasm delivered a level of power and a number of waves that made the hundreds of orgasms he'd previously experienced seem like nothing more than sneezes. Ryan fired his hips into Paul's face with each shudder of pleasure as his testicle rose and fell rapidly within his loose hairless scrotum. He thought his sphincter snapping shut around Paul's finger might break it off, as Paul continued to forcefully prod at him. When Paul at last pulled his finger out rapidly, one final and triumphant wave of orgasmic release shot through Ryan making him see stars as he screamed out "OOOOHHHHHH SSSSHHHIIITTTTTTTTTT." Then his body went limp as Paul continued to slowly suck on his still hard penis. "Did I cum---it felt like I shot something when you pulled your finger out," Ryan asked as Paul took his mouth off of him and laid down next to him on the pillow. "I don't think so Ryan---if you did it wasn't anything I could feel and there's no salty taste. Here, let me check you out," and Paul reached down and took hold of Ryan's semi-hard tool and dabbed at the opening with the tip of his finger. Nothing sticky, but you'll be getting there soon." "I don't care if I ever cum, as long as I can feel the way you just made me," Ryan exclaimed, "that was fantastic. Whatever you did in my ass made me feel so fucking good man!" Paul smiled and said "After we rest up a little, I'd like to do something else in your ass---if you know what I mean?" The two boys laughed and then Ryan noticed that Paul's erection had returned as he said "Doesn't look like you'll be needing too much more rest............." ____________________________________________________________________________ Back at the Camp, the boys were all very confused and scared about the inevitable disclosure of their homosexual experiences. While most of them were sick of talking about it and had left the privacy of the Rec Center for some private downtime, other's like Joey, Fred and George stayed behind to talk it out a little more. "God I hope they just send us all home," fat little George said, "I can't wait to get out of this shit hole!" "Me too," Taylor's voice thundered as he re-entered the room having relived his bladder on a bush outside. "But how are we going to face our folks when they learn what went on in here?" Fred asked. Taylor said "Fukin' lie to 'em. Tell 'em nothing happened to you, that is was the others---you got lucky or whatever. Personally I don't give a shit, they know I've sucked cock before." Joey shot back "Well mine don't and I damn sure don't want them to. But they've always known when I've lied to them. I just know they'll know what I've done." "Hey," Taylor continued "just say like Pietry said to---we were victims. We don't have to tell them about the stuff we did 'cause we wanted to. That stays with us!!" Joey rolled his eyes and said, "I just wish there was another way is all." "Well there isn't" Taylor snapped "so just deal with it. They HAVE to tell our folks, otherwise they'd get the shit sued out of them or something if, say one of the kids who never liked having sex went crazy or something. Imagine all the commotion if some kid killed himself or went Columbine or something, and his parents found out after and maybe could have gotten him some help if they had know before. Shit, they'd own the whole state after the jury award came down on something like that. They're gonna tell and that's it!" "Yeah, you're right," Fred relented "at least we get to go home, but I'm really gonna miss you guys. We gotta find a way to keep in touch." "Sure we will," Taylor said "you and me and George live pretty close to each other, and we could go skiing with Joey and shit. Hell Fred, if you keep up with your hot shot jock shit, you'll be traveling all over the state to play games and stuff." George asked meekly "Would we still be able to sleep with each other and stuff?" Joey shook his head violently and said, "Not me man. I'm going back to pussy! I mean I'm happy to see you guys after we get out, but I don't want any one to even think about having sex with me again---got it?" Fred tried to be the voice of reason when he added, "That's fine Joey and we'll all respect that. I think it will just be a facts and circumstances kind of thing. Personally I want to try girls, but if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn't rule out a blow job for old times sake." "You're right Fred" Taylor replied "besides, we got lots of stuff to deal with when we get back---being ex-cons and all. Our social situations are going to be keeping us real busy. But things will all work out in the end." Then smiling, Taylor put his arm around little George as the boys walked out to join the others. Taylor whispered to him "Speaking of which Georgie-boy, how about you let me work my 'thing' out with you!" George smiled back at Taylor's and said smiling "Did you want to have your 'work out' now or tonight?" Taylor looked around for a second before saying "If no one's using this place in an hour, I'll meet you back here................." _____________________________________________________________________________ "OOOOOOWWWW OOUUUCCCHHH IT HURTS PAUL TAKE IT OUT---TAKE IT OUT NOW!!!!", Ryan screamed in agony as Paul's hard penis pushed through the tight opening of his rectum and slid in its full length. "It will be OK in a moment," Paul promised the smaller boy who writhed beneath his much greater size and weight, "just relax, and it will feel good in a few seconds." "NOOOOOO GET OUT OF ME NOW!!!!", Ryan shrieked as the intensity of the stretching impaling pain was more than he could bear. Paul was so overcome by the wonderful feeling of Ryan's hot insides that he couldn't stop the thrusting of his erection, which was bursting with sensual energy. "I'll be quick Ryan, just try to relax," Paul pleaded as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. "NOOO OOOWWW OOOHHHH SSTTOOPPPPP," Ryan pleaded as the lager boy continued to drive himself in and out of a hole that was too narrow to accommodate him. Despite Ryan's protests, Paul humped furiously in and out and then he yelled himself "AAAHH GGOODDDD UURRRR AAHHHH OOHHHHH ARRRRGGGRRRRRAHHHH!!!" as a tremendous orgasm took hold of him and his testicles rocketed out all of the semen that they had stored. Ryan felt the warm liquid shoot into his recesses and then, mercifully, Paul's thrusting stopped and he withdrew from the pain-stricken boy, rolling to his back and almost blacking out in the post-orgasmic bliss that overtook him. "You fucking bastard!" Ryan shouted as he weakly climbed off the bed and then ran to the bathroom to unload the excrement that now churned in his bowls. "Owww, oohhh fuck," Ryan exclaimed as the dark matter fell from his enlarged sphincter stinging and burning as it made contact with the small tears that Paul's buggery had caused. When he wiped himself Ryan cried out "I'm bleeding you fuck, you ripped me apart down there!" "I'm sorry Ryan," Paul said as he sat up to face the furious boy when he reenter the room "you liked my finger in there so much that I didn't think you'd have any trouble handling me---I'm sorry!" Ryan reached down sharply and grabbed at the bundle of his clothes on the floor and said "Fuck you Paul, I told you it was too much and you didn't stop---you hurt me on purpose you shithead---I'm going home!" "No Ryan, I said I'm sorry---let me make it up to you," Paul pleaded. "How you piece of shit. I don't want you touching me. I'd like to beat the Hell out of you for fucking me like that," Ryan yelled back still enraged at the pain he had endured. "Whip me again," Paul suggested. Ryan gave him a dismissive look and said "Oh sure, so you can cum all over the place?" Paul looked at him pleadingly as he said "I don't think I could cum again, maybe this time it would make me cry and you'd get even---at least give it a try!" Ryan thought for a second and concluded that he'd love to break this big son-of-a-bitch if he could, and God knows he wouldn't be swinging lightly. "OK, but you have to let me tie you up. I don't want you to think you can just say no more and make me stop," Ryan said as Paul nodded his agreeement, as a moment of fear passed through him. Then Ryan went into Paul's closet and took the waist tie out of his large terry cloth bathrobe. "Lay down with your hand above your head," Ryan commanded as he then tightly tied Paul's wrists together and then fastened them securly to on of the large bed posts. "You prick," Ryan hissed "that was just like what my asshole father does to me---hurts me no matter how hard I cry. Well now it's my turn and you WILL cry because I'm not just going to whip you big ass. I'm going to start by whipping your dick!!!" "No!" Paul shouted as Ryan picked up the belt and approached him. Paul quickly rolled over on to his stomach, but Ryan grabbed hard at Paul's balls from between his legs and clamped down with all his might yelling "Roll over or I'll fucking crush them!" The pain was unbearable as Paul screamed "OK, OK LET GOOOO!!!", as he rolled over on his back. Then Ryan jumped on top of Paul and sat down with his full weight across the top of Paul's knees. Ryan grabbed Paul's flaccid penis---low at its base and pulled up hard on it leaving several inches hanging above his grip. "IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!", Paul shrieked as Ryan slapped hard at the dangling head of his penis, the sting of the belt on his sensitive tool causing tears to immediately stream from his eyes. "OOOOOOWWWW EEEEEEEEEEEE" he screamed as the next two blows hurt even worse. "SSTTOOPPPP PPLLEEEEEZZZZEEE" Paul cried at a volume that Ryan thought might be heard from outside. Ryan quickly wadded up the end of the bed sheet and jammed it into Paul's open mouth as he screamed out at the next strike of the belt. His muted yells continued as Ryan continued to beat the head of Paul's penis which was beginning to turn from bright red to a purple bruised-like color. Then Ryan grabbed hold of the head and began to assault the stretched out shaft with the belt, several times knocking it out of his hand. Paul was now bawling hysterically and pleading for Ryan to stop. "So, how do YOU like it when someone's hurting you and they won't stop. Let's see how you like this!", Ryan yelled as he climbed off of Paul and rolled the sobbing boy to his stomach. Then he let out the full length of the belt and began to bring it down hard against Paul's previously beaten posterior. Paul had never been hit with a belt that was not folded and the fully elongated belt, as it whipped at his flesh, hurt him like he'd never felt before. Still crying hard, Paul became panic stricken as he was now unable to transfer the pain on his backside into a pleasurable sensation in his penis, which continued to throb in agony. "No more PLEEZZE," he mumbled through the gag "PLEEZZZE don't whip me any more." Ryan unleashed another 10 hard lashes before he got scared that he might rip open Paul's skin and get them both busted if Paul started bleeding. Then Ryan's anger melted away as he watched Paul writhing and crying in agony at what he had done. Ryan slumped to the floor and began to cry. "Oh shit Paul," Ryan blubbered as he rose and untied him, "I didn't mean to---I couldn't stop myself---I was just so mad." Paul rolled to his back and pulled the sheet from his mouth still hysterical as his hands instinctively cupped his severely swollen penis which felt like it was on fire. "Aaaannnhhaahhaahha, aaannnnhhaaahhaahhaa", he sobbed and sobbed as Ryan sat next to him and cried openly too. After several minutes Paul gained a measure of self-control and muttered out "I guess we're even, but I want you to go---tell your father I got sick. I'll tell my folks that you didn't feel well and went home. Now get dressed and GET OUT!" he shouted as the endless pain made him start crying again. Ryan dressed quickly and left as Paul looked at the grotesque swelling in his penis and worried that he might need to see a doctor. After he heard the door shut with Ryan's departure, he put on his robe and slowly navigated his way down the stairs to the kitchen, where he filled a dish towel with ice and tried to soothe his injured boy tool................. _______________________________________________________________ Art lay heavily sedated in the hospital unresponsive to any communication or physical stimulation that the doctor's and nurses tried, in a effort to bring him out of what one doctor referred to as post-traumatic shock. He could hear what they were saying and he would later be able to recall it, but now his mind was in a place outside of his body recoiled in the horror of what had befallen him. "Whoever castrated him was a doctor or a trained medical assistant," one of the doctors said, "it was a very professional job. With hormones, he can still lead a relatively normal life if he ever gets his mind back." Meanwhile, Warden Walters had arrived in Switzerland and took up residence in a fancy hotel using one of the many fake passports he had paid handsomely for as part of his escape plan. Given his monetary freedom, Walters planned to lay low for a while and then purchase a small restaurant or other establishment, as he lived out the rest of his life as a European. The Corrections Board convened two follow up conference calls with Pietry in attendance, as they continued to assess the situation at the Camp. "I think we should consider sending them all home, after we advise their parents" Pietry suggested. "I'd rather have them serve out their minimum terms," Chief Director Darden responded "that would put less of a spotlight on what's happened. For the boys' sake and our own, we need to avoid any general publicity. We can also manage their transition better and hopefully deal with any psychological fallout from what they've been through. From what I'm told, Art may have lost his mind and Walters has left the country. Therefore, the publicity of formal charges and a public trial are not our immediate concern." Piety then stated "The boys are committed to not discussing matters with anyone else at the Camp, but they are very concerned with how their parents will react." Darden responded "The boys were victims---their parents should understand that!" "Yes," Piety replied "but on the tapes I saw, a lot of the sexual activity appeared to be very consensual." "We won't be discussing those tapes with the parents," Darden said, "all they need to know is that the abuses happened." Following an open discussion, it was decided the boys would be monitored during the next week and they would begin the process of alerting all of their parents. Darden then assigned a geographically proximate list of the boys parents to himself and each of the other Directors, for them to contact and meet with in person. The concept of immediate release was still not resolved but Darden said they would have conference calls daily to discuss that issue further as well as how the boys were doing. "Hopefully we can reach a decision in a few days and then begin the parent meetings," Darden concluded "the sooner we have those meetings, the better..................." _______________________________________________________________________ None of the other boys noticed as George and Taylor made there way back into the private confines of the Rec Center. "Let's go over to the back couch," Taylor suggested. The two fat boys then removed their clothes and held each other in a warm embrace, Taylor standing head and shoulders higher than the younger boy whose sandy brown haired head rested against his ample boy breasts. Taylor lifted George's chin up and then lowered his face to kiss him. Their tongues met and sent shivers down their spines as their penis became fully erect and pressed between them. They took the other's erection into their hands and began to stroke softly as they continued to kiss. Taylor needed only his thumb and two fingers accommodate George's short slender rod, while George's whole hand was dwarfed by Taylor's long fat boy cock. Taylor guided them down to the seat of the couch and then broke off the kiss to inspect the young boy's package that he soon intended to have in his wet mouth. He lifted up on George's over hanging belly and looked at the downy fuzz that adorned the top of his penis. "You have a few dark ones starting here George," he observed "Have you shot any juice out yet?" George smiled and said "Yeah, I've been leaking a little stuff for a while now, and when I jerked off the other night some shot up my belly a little." "Well then," Taylor said, "let's see how much you can shoot in my mouth," as he bend town and rolled his tongue around the circumcised head of the young boy's hard penis. George purred lightly and then moaned as Taylor was soon sucking swiftly up and down his length. He laid back so that his stomach would not restrict Taylor's mouth from having access to all of him. Taylor pulled the boy up and slid beneath him so that George could also suck on his throbbing erection. George had to work his way slowly down Taylor's length, but soon his nose was nestling in the black pubic hairs that surrounded its base. They blew each other for over 20 minutes, neither one of them wanting to cum anytime soon. Their hands began to also cup and stimulate the testicles that hung below their mouths and they rubbed softly at the delightfully sensitive area that stretched from the back of their scrotums to their puckered sphincters. Soon the beginnings of their orgasms began to stir and their hips started to thrust their penises deeper and harder at the orifices that engulfed them. George was fighting not to gag on the immensness of Taylor's shaft. Then suddenly George felt a surge of greater hardness in Taylor's rod and he heard him moan out an audible "AAAHHHHH" which preceded the first shot of hot thick fluid that launched into the back of George's throat, which he quickly gulped down. "OOOHHH YEAH, ooooo George that's good" Taylor sang out as three more loads were released and much of the last one fell back down Taylor's shaft as George's hovering mouth was unable to keep it all in. "OK, OK I'm done man," Taylor panted, his erupted penis becoming to sensitive for further stimulation as George withdrew from him. The two boys sat next to each other as Taylor began to rapidly stroke George's saliva soaked but as yet unsatisfied penis with his meaty hand. Then George's eyes shut and his head leaned back, which signaled Taylor to again take the young boy into his mouth. Within five hard sucking strokes George grunted out the pleasure of his release. "UUUUNNNNAAAHH OOOOHHHHH AAAHHHHH" he crowed as he penis shuddered and his balls flung northward. "oooooohhh shit that's ssoooo ggooood" he cried softly as he felt the most powerful orgasm of his early pubescent life. "aaaahhhhh" Geoge sighed as he then slumped back as the electricity of the moment disapated through his trembling fat body. Taylor pulled off of George's spent tool and said, "You definitely shot some there boy. I felt it fly out on my tongue and I can taste it now---way to go kid!!!" George smiled and the two boys laid down on the couch and held each other warmly, knowing this might be one of the last such moments they would share...