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From: an166744@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun,  6 Aug 1995 16:03:50 UTC
Subject: THE ABUSED (m/b)

THE ABUSED    (man/boy)


Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.

Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to
cleanse the world should NOT read this.

Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.

I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi



"The Abused"   written by BASE.               (07/95)


                          THE ABUSED
                            By Base

   "This world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel"
                    -Horace Walpole
                       circa 1770

   Eric had pulled the worst rotation imaginable.  Pediatric intensive
care.  Oh, he loved the pediatric ward, none better.  What with all
the adorable boys, half naked in their cute little hospital
gowns.... it drove him wild! He got off just trying to make out the
curves of their tiny boy-butts through the cottony fabric. And the
cute boys who needed sponge baths! Man, that was the best.  He loved
to soap up their little prepubescent bodies and wash the bed bugs
away. A lot of kids even got off on it. But the intensive care unit,
shit, that was dismal.  Those kids were in bad shape.  Many wouldn't
get better.  It just broke Eric's heart to have to look at all those
pretty little boys, some near death, some in agony, all terrified.
Yet, that was his lot for the entire month, and it was no use trying
to get out of it.  He was a third year medical student and just
about the lowest wrung on the clinical ladder.  He always had to do
as he was told. It took all his courage every time he entered those
swinging doors.

   The beeps and grunts of the plethora of machinery gave the huge room
an other worldly aura.  It was like being on board a space ship.
But the sad figures of children, some crouched in the fetal
position, brought Eric back to the cruel Earth.  There were boys and
girls; some looked like they were merely sleeping peacefully; others
just stared blankly at the ceiling; and some had faces horribly
disfigured by their private agonies.  And there, alone in his
consciousness, sitting in bed reading a comic book, was a small boy.
An adorable little boy.  His beauty seemed to rise above the wires
and tubes that profaned his young body.  He had wavy yellow hair and
sparking blue eyes.  Eric guessed that he was no more than 10 years
old.  Suddenly, the little angel was aware of him.

"Hi.  My name is Tommy.  I'm gonna die soon"

   The frank sentence took all words out of Eric's head.  At once, the
beautiful boy had overwhelmed him.

"Whoa, not so fast kiddo. Only God knows that for sure". Eric said finally.

"Maybe.  But I feel it.  I feel like...well...like too little jam spread
over too much bread."  the boy said sadly.

"C'mon kiddo, don't talk like that. Listen, my name is Eric, and if you
promise not to die tonight, I'd like to be your new friend."

"Well, I don't think I'm gonna die tonight. I feel pretty good right now.
At least I'm better than those kids" the boy said, gesturing with his chin
at the other less fortunate children all around him.  The sickly child had
learned to find things for which to be grateful.

"Whats wrong with you, kiddo? Do you know why you're here?"

"`A course I do, silly.  I got Goodpasture's syndrome and I can't make pee"
the boy said, nonchalantly.  "I've had it since I was little, but its gettin'
real bad now though.  My Mom and Dad cry all the time over it.  But I'm not
scared of dying.  Heck, it can't be any worse than what all you silly
doctors and nurses put me through every day. And after I die, nothing will
hurt anymore and I'll be with God."

   Eric looked at the small, brave boy.  His eyes started to tear up, but
he fought back the emotion for the child's sake.  Goodpasture's
syndrome!  What a tough break. The poor kid.  Well, it was unlikely
that this was gonna be a long friendship.  His heart ached already.
Man, this kid was sooo beautiful. So brave.  If there was an almighty,
he seemed an unspeakably cruel deity at the moment.

   Eric eyed the child superficially.  Everything looked normal at
first, but as he examined the kids charts, the boy's condition became
clear.  The child's electrolytes were erratic, his blood pressure was
off the wall and he had had dangerous arrhythmias.  Eric looked into
the boy's eyes and tried to smile brightly. The kid didn't have long
to go.

"Well, its not all bad" he lied.

"Don't lie to me" the boy said sadly.  I can feel it. I got cramps all
over and I feel sick in my tummy all the time.  I know I'm gonna die soon."

  Eric couldn't control himself.  A tear ran down his face as he pet the
child's yellow hair.  Eric was doubly ashamed. Not only had the kid
caught him in a bald faced lie, but as he stroked the boy's hair,
smelled his boyish redolence, his penis stirred to life. God, what kind
of monster was he? This kid was dying, for Chrisssake.  And what was
worse, now he had to examine him.  He tried to think of his grandfather
eating iced cream, but his organ was uncontrollable.  It stood at full
attention in his sweats, in spite of himself. What could he do?

"I'm afraid I gotta poke around ya for a little bit kiddo. I promise I
won't do anything that hurts, Okay?"

   Eric expected the boy to protest, or to at least frown, but the kid
was surprisingly cooperative.

"Sure..I knew that was commin'" he said almost brightly.

   Eric rolled down the bed sheets and started to unbutton the child's
gown.  He boy's eyes looked at the ceiling and his young mind seemed
to vacate his sickly body.  The kid was obviously an expert patient.
As Eric brushed the gown aside, he nearly cried.  God, this kid was
beautiful, even though he was very skinny.  His skin was pale and
puffy, but it still radiated youth.  His tiny nipples were almost
white and his outie navel was cute as a button.  Eric's hands trembled
as he felt for the child's liver.  The boy's abdomen was warm and his
skin felt smooth as silk.  He giggled as Eric's examination tickled
him.  Then Eric listened to the boy's heart and what he heard sickened
him.  The struggling organ was desperately trying to manage the volume
of blood in the dying boy's veins.  The rhythm had stabilized, but
soon, the tortured muscle would fail and poor boy would go gentle into
that good night.  And all the wonders of medical science were
helpless.  Oh, they could make the boy comfortable, shoot him up with
morphine so that he wouldn't have to deal with the final agony, but
the kid was right.  He was gonna die soon and there wasn't anything
anyone could do about that.

  Eric gazed at the boy's crotch.  There was no need, but every nerve
in his body still longed to lower the covers just another few inches
and check out the tiny penis.  The small boy's eyes followed Eric's focus.

"Not much good hu?" the boy asked.

"Eh?" Said Eric, startled out of his staring.

"My dick.  I can't pee anyway.  But it still gets stiff alot."

"Lemme see, you're about...well, it seems your 12 years old" said Eric,
recovering his professionalism "So an erection is perfectly normal for a
boy your age"

   The kid giggled, his voice lowered to a whisper "I like it when it gets
to be a stiffy..."

   Eric smiled..but he also felt his own penis throb.  The look on the
kids face was absolutely wicked. At once, the man felt embarrassed.  He
looked over his shoulder.  The nurse was deeply involved at her desk,
all the way on the other side of the enormous room.  She had small
vantage point.

"All boys do" Eric answered

"And you too?' the child asked

"Sure"

   The boys eyes were smiling.  Eric now had a raging erection that was
obvious.  He was a well endowed man and his hard penis made a green tent
in his pants.  Tommy pointed to it and giggled softly.

"Shhhh" said Eric, through a smile.

"You got a stiffy! You got a stiffy!" the boy taunted him, but in a
barely audible whisper.

   Eric had to stifle a laugh.  What could he say, the kid was right.  He
had a huge stiffy. But one look down at the bed and Eric's laugh turned
into a gasp.  Tommy had a stiffy too and the boy was huge.  As his
penis expanded, it pushed aside the thin sheet.  The boy was totally
exposed.  His penis was a full 5 inches long and it looked ridiculously
big for his tiny body.  There as a scant growth of light brown hair
just above the base.  His little testicles were completely hairless.
Eric just stared at the naked boy with his jaw open.  Tommy was smiling
wildy.

"Now lemme see YOURS!" the boy whispered.

"Tommy, I...can't....you can't get out of bed..."

"Awww, c'mon, please...the nurse ain't looking...just take it out and
lemme see it...please." the boy begged.

   The boy began to stroke himself.  As the head of the boy's penis
popped in and out his tiny clenched fist, Eric though his own organ
would burst.  The nurse was deeply involved and anyway, she really
couldn't see him in front of the bed.....and the kid was dying.  So how
could he say no?  Eric untied the bow at the top of his green sweats.
Tommy nearly stopped breathing.

"Ready?" Eric whispered?

"Mmm hmmm!" said the boy

   Eric pulled the green cloth down and out popped his hard penis. Black
hairs stuck out from the sides and his wrinkly testicles hung loosely
below the ponderous shaft.  The huge head throbbed and expanded in mid-air.

"Whoaaaaa" the boy gasped.

   Eric had a big one.  Tommy had never seen one so big and hairy.  His
own boyish organ nearly popped from the excitement of seeing a grown up
penis.  And he though Eric was very handsome.

   The boy began to masturbate furiously, alternatively gaping at the hot
mature flesh and staring deeply into the handsome man's eyes.  Eric began
to stroke himself slowly, to enhance the child's pleasure.

"Here, lemme help ya" he whispered to the boy.

   The man's hand reached down into the bed and tickled the child's
testicles as he masturbated.  Tommy bit his lip, trying to keep the
ecstasy silent.  The feel of the man's warm hand on his testicles was
like sky rockets shooting through his body. This boy was used to little
but pain and such intense pleasure was all the more precious to him.
Eric looked into the boy's eyes warmly and drank in the exquisite
beauty of his nakedness.  He tried hard to burn the image of the naked
child into his brain.  Eric only glanced around once to check that the
nurse's attention was still occupied.  The danger of the situation was
acute and added to the thrilling sensations that seemed to have
overthrown all reason. Tommy's testicles were bouncing wildy and the
head of his throbbing penis grew fiery red as he frantically
masturbated.  His little tongue seemed to lick the tip of his cute
button nose.  Finally, staring wide eyed at Eric's manly penis, the boy
ejaculated high into the air.  His semen soaked his abdomen and even
splashed on Eric's hand.  Eric brought the precious droplet to his lips
and savored the boy's tenor.  The child looked at him with a gratitude
that Eric never imagined eyes could express.  Eric's own penis was
desperate to discharge, but that was not to be.  Not that evening.

   The doors to the ward flew open.  Eric's heart leapt into his throat
as he quickly hid himself.  Tommy looked up at him and saw the terror in
his eyes.

"HEY, Eric, C'mon man, they need you in the ER exam room STAT"

   The orderly never noticed or dreamed of what had interrupted.  He
turned and fled back out of the doors.  The boy and the man smiled
at each other in relief.

"I'll be back as soon as I can kiddo" Eric whispered

"Hurry!" the boy said, almost begging.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna stay with you all night, I promise"

   Eric ran down the corridor. The light was dim and the air stale and
heavy.  The wind of his haste hardly evaporated the sweat that
erupted on his brow.  As he turned the corner, he heard the
screaming. He pushed aside the privacy curtains and was ghast at
what he saw. Two policemen were holding down a dark haired boy.
Perhaps the kid was 10 years old. The boy was red faced and half
naked, from the waste up.  His shirt had been ripped off of him and
was lying, torn to pieces on the floor.  Eric was upset and confused
to see the handsome boy in such distress.  It seemed like the men
were raping him.

"Here, Eric..hand me that scope..." the doctor ordered.

"Whats going on here?" Eric asked, but he did as he was told.

"Child protection services thinks this kid is being sexually abused..they
ordered an anal exam, but the boy is refusing" the doctor explained
through rapid breaths.

"I can't believe this little guy is giving us so much trouble" the cop
grunted.

NOOOOOOO!! GET THE FUCK OFFA ME....NOOOOOO" the child screeched as Eric
provided the instrument.

"I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL ALLA YA, YOU FUCKS...GET OFFA ME.  YOU GOT
NO RIGHT TO..."

   The Policeman fairly ripped the boy's pants off.

"NAAAAAAAA......MAAAAAAHHMEEEEEEEEEEE"" The child began to screech
uncontrollably as he was stripped of his dignity.

   His tiny penis was swinging from side to side and his testicles seemed
to jump painfully into the air.

"Simmer down, Son, no one here will hurt you" the doctor said in a soft
voice that the boy could hardly have heard and would never have believed
anyway.

"Turn him over" the doctor said, looking sadly at Eric. "I need you to
help calibrate the light too...over there...there's the switch..when I
say, snap the picture."

   Eric felt sick to his stomach.  God, he was helping to rape a child.
There was no use denying it.  No matter what anyone called it, just or
unjust, they were raping this boy.  Eric's penis, only moments ago
engorged and throbbing, was now totally flaccid.  His heart was wrung
with pity and he hated the part he was being forced to play.

   The doctor took his position at the boy's behind. The policemen held
the boy's wrists and legs and forced him down onto the cold, black
examination table.  The boy's dark eyes, filled with hate, shot
daggers into Eric's soul.  Eric would have nightmares about those
eyes.  The doctor parted the boy's buttocks and began to probe the
tender orifice.  The boy screeched anew at touch of the cold steel
and cried in his rage and helplessness.   "Now" the doctor said.
Eric did his duty. "And again" the doctor commanded.  But then, all
at once, the room suddenly stank and the little boy started to laugh.
"Oh, god...." the doctor whined in disgust. "Why you little...." the
cop screamed. The small boy had defecated, right in his tormentor's
faces.  In his heart Eric was glad for the little guy.

   After the horrid ordeal ended, as he walked slowly back to the
intensive care ward, Eric could still hear the little boy's laughter
in his ears. He was smiling. His thoughts turned back to the dying
boy. He didn't know how much longer he would have with Tommy.  But
for whatever time was left, Eric would stay by the boy's side.  It
hadn't taken long at all, but Tommy had become very special to him.
He no longer dreaded walking through those swinging doors. The boy's
eyes lit up like a christmas tree when Eric returned to his bed
side.

"How's it goin' kiddo. D'ya miss me?"

                          The End